Word.

the blood in my veins runs deep and thick
the blood in my veins traces its roots back to the motherland
the motherland of conformity and slavery
my blood, my sweat, my strength, and my tears
all come from my place of peace
Mama Africa
your pain will forever be learned and heard all over

see we may look alike but we have differences
see i know how to respect and not diss-respect
my strength comes from the mothers who walk around with their children on their backs
my strength comes from the hot sun beating down Las Gidi
see i'm strong because i know my roots
you're strong because you know you're hood

i dream the dreams the slaves never got to see
i live the dream MLK prophesied
with the bondage and shackles broken
we are now to free to do as is
but with social bondage and mental slavery
are we really free
every step we make and take has been predestined by our predecessors
who sit above and continue to be above

Mama Africa how can we connect when half truths are told about your upbringing
The one's who raged about your worth sit back and let you rot
Shame on America and Europe
I'm waiting for your come up
I feel your pain even though i'm away
I hear your children cry
rape
theft
excision
polygamy

everything will be alright. You are not forgotten
Africa