Lyrics:
every country we have black leaders
North, South, East, West no more invaders
Africa lead by Africans
Now we say welcome to all the visitors' yea
Africa
South africa its a free country of crimes
This days this Crime is the breakfast
South africa is a smoking zone country
Future leaders they are now
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying
inside news o
Dem say Rivers oil, na Jigawa get am
Delta oil, na Sokoto get am
Dem say anything for south na their own o
Anything for north na their own o
The pain of Africa, from the North South, East ,West ,Central Oh Africa
Child of the sun Yes i
Can you hear my voice oh Africa
Can you hear me scream
went at it
Bang! Nine automatic
Hunted Child
I'm the Hunted Child
(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South
South Africa’s bleeding children
Chorus: Why do you leave when there’s work to be done
Tell me why do you leave?
Why do you go when we’re needing
up by slaves in South Africa
Makes me wonder why motherfuckers like shitty P-Diddy are rapping, huh?
I'm furious!
Why?
Are you curious?
Cause furies
zanthu Zanthu
Ma uta ku Kenya kuthana ndi a nkhandwe
South Africa, lesontho
A Zulu ndi akatakwe
Nothing gonna part ways
Remember all the time of slaves
You sell your soul like you sell a piece of ass
Slave to the dead white leaders on paper
Welfare cases, rapists and hoes
All reinforced by your TV
You sell your soul
Like you sell a piece of ass
Slave to the dead white leaders on paper
And welfare cases
Rapists and hoes
All reinforced
Winfrey courtesy of Global Poverty Project, Inc. dba Global Citizen from the Global Citizen Festival Mandela 100 in Johannesburg, South Africa on December
trial
Lifestyle, cruising blue Bahama waters
No welfare supporters, more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are
That all changed when a buttload of diamonds was found around in Kimberly, South Africa. A man named Cecil Rhodes had the foresight to realize that
trial
Lifestyle, cruising blue Bahama waters
No welfare supporters, more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are
in the shower
I even sang in the band, I sang my soul would recoup
At 25, I went to South Africa with my church group
Started off as church business, I
Africa country south
And East country north and West Country yo
Mi see manything wey happen
My people Dey suffering difficult in breathing yo
This Na mi
It's a cold city Jori's street corner Milwaukee on the south side
On sixth street with his cousin tossing snowballs on the outside
A few hard heeled
[Styles - Verse One]
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Allah himself
Man, woman, child
The book of life
Starks Enterprise!
[Ghostface Killah]
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I'm a child of South Africa
I'm a child of Vietnam
I'm a child of Northern Ireland
I'm a small boy with blood on his hands
Yes, I'm a child
I'm a child of South Africa
I'm a child of Vietnam
I'm a child of Northern Ireland
I'm a small boy with blood on his hands
Yes I'm a child
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was
am a drug free child
My free education was paid
For by twenty seven years of imprisonment and thirty years of exile
South Africa my beloved country
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