DOUG E. FRESH & THE GET FRESH CREW - Africa (Goin' Back Home) lyrics

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When I left to go Africa people said....

Don't come back with no with craft on your head

I just left the comment blank and kept my cool

Because they only said what they was taught in school

Brainwashed education

Of our nation

Publicized in its prime

To be behind the time

Adequate excuse

And all verbal abuse

Our history is a mystery

So what's the use???

Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam

Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam

Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam

Now I took me a trip to Africa

A seven hour flight from America

I got off the plane and what did I see

But some brothers and sisters who look like me

Warm greetings,hello,hi's

Alot of mosquitos and a whole lot of flys

Young ones try to persuade you to buy

To feed their families so no one dies

Of hunger,shelter,clothes and starvation

In the ghetto it's the same situation

Over big water so far I roam

To find my way back home

To find my way back home

To find my way back home

Now I woke up at two in the afternoon

In the middle of December which felt like June

I got on the bus,then all of us,caught a boat

As we listened to the jams we wrote

As the boat stayed afloat and we was close to shore

I seem an Island one I felt I seem before

I was gonna ask the guide,but I forgot his name

So I said,"It ain't nuthin',all Islands are the same!"

Shame,who's the blame for that inside shame

Then I found out Goree Island was the name

Aim was to proceed with the mystery

Of the hidden,forbidden history

Goree Island was the last place the slaves was brought

Before taken to America,sold and bought

And I could feel it in the air when my feet touched land

To be the first rap group to rock Africans

Our distant brothers,great,great grandmothers

To one another,it's you I salute

Because a man without history is like a tree without Roots

So I say now....

Now I took me a trip to Africa

A seven hour flight from America

I got off the plane and what did I see

But some brothers and sisters who look like me

Warm greetings,hello,hi's

Alot of mosquitos and a whole lot of flys

Young ones try to persuade you to buy

To feed their families so no one dies

Of hunger,shelter,clothes and starvation

In the ghetto it's the same situation

Over big water so far I roam

To find my way back home

To find my way back home

To find my way back home

Salaam alaikum, alaikum salaam......