hair means you look like a slave At the turn of the century It's time for us to redefine who we be You be shaving it off like a South African beauty
't you know you was bought, brother? All you read about is slavery Never about the black man's bravery You look at the pictures and all they show is African
From the top of the cable car at table mountain I am you Girls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin For cape colored allied for realizing we're African
that Don pop more And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost The Enterprise worth billions, delay America To Africa
good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory
moaning..) [killah priest] The great massacre, we fled to africa, The 7 year d babylon 10 buck 2 page 83, And all the lies about africanas, and nostradamus
anti-pop, original group P and the Enemy policin the beast Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus Back with vocals, no whack shit, no glory
he go, him", there's the dinner White meat, carryin' a bag of some sort Life is short, white meat is quickly caught A scuffle, a muffle, yet none of us hesitated Like Mother Africa
bore me Ain't got shit for me Shoulda been influenced by Calvin Broadus Nasir Jones and Sean Corey I'm on the road to glory by the time I don't had
children sing out Glory, glory, hallelujah He reigns, He reigns All God?s children singing Glory, glory, hallelujah He reigns, He reigns All God?s people singing Glory, glory
at? African people, African people African people, African people Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun African people, African people, African people
Bye bye boy, yeah Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth But it's gonna take a while
and the boom alone I remember /the times with me and you and I realize my heart is shakin' up the room Gramma she would tell us /about the glory days
not so long ago You may forget but I still know Still the storms come from the coast of West Africa Still the storms come from the coast of West Africa
around and die day by day for the Master of Death Sundays at the church repenting for their sinning speaking words of faith to pagan lords profession of belief in African
, God It's all Yours, God It's all Yours, God The glory is Yours, God All the honor is Yours, God The power is Yours, God The glory is Yours, God You
foxhole, over barbed wire Dodging the enemy mines Past fallen comrades into the face of death I charge the enemy lines From the deserts of Africa to
already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free From Senegal, West Africa To St. Louis, Missouri Thanks to Catherine Dana For giving my pops his glory