Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Am
Yo turn this motherfucking shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house
Verse 2
My nigga D.R.
Am
Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm
The black is for the gun in my palm
And the green is for the tram
that grows natural
Like locks on Africans
Holdin the smoke from the herb
in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues,
and daishikis
Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the people
Fuck the police you know how we do
Verse 3
Am
Ayo my life is like Roots
it's a true story
It's too gory for them
televised fables on cable
I'ma a runaway slave watching
the north star
Shackles on my forearm , runnin
with the gun on my palm
I'm an African , never was
an African- American
Blacker than black I take it
back to my origin
Same skin hated by the klansmen
Big nose and lips, big hips and butts,
dancin, what
Verse 4
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
You a African?
You a African?, louder
Do you know what's happenin?
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
Verse 5
And I know what's happenin
Am
It's plain to see,
you can't change me
Verse 6
'cause I'm a people army for life
Am
Where you from fool?
Verse 7
Am
No I wasn't born in Ghana,
but Africa is my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or from be
- Ball, selling mad crack or rappin
Peter Tosh try to tell us what happened
F
Am
He was sayin if you black
then you African
So they had to kill him,
and make him a villain
'cause he was teachin the children
I feel him, he was tryin to
drop us a real gem
That's why we bucking holes in
the ceilin when we hearin
Verse 8
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
You a African?
You a African?, louder
Do you know what's happenin?
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
Verse 9
And I know what's happenin
Am
A- F- are- I- see- A, Puerto Rico,
Haiti, and J.A.
New York and Cali, F- L- A
No it ain't 'bout where you stay,
Verse 10
it's bout the motherland
Am
A- F- are- I- see- A, Puerto Rico,
Haiti, and J.A.
New York and Cali, F- L- A
No it ain't 'bout where you stay,
it's bout the motherland
Verse 11
Am
It's like tank top, flip flop
Knotty dread lock, fuck a cop, hip hop
Make your head bop
Bounce to this, socialist movement
My environment made me the nigga I am
Uncle Sam came and got me
and arrested my fam
Try to infiltrate and murder
off the best of my clan
I'm not American, punk, Democrat,
or Republican
F
Remember that, most of the cats we know,
My momma work, all her life and still strugglin
I blame it on the government and
say it on the radio
(What) and if you don't already know
All these Uncle Tom ass kissin niggas got to go
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