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I boarded a plane headstrong Landed with a smile on my face To give service back to the land that's our home I long for coming back to Africa So it's cool to be black until it's time to be black Ain't never too late to go back and give back So I let born-afters know I rap for Africa To give to the motherland, to see what's mine again Be of service, land of dark faces Split, colonized in 53 places The greed went on 'til everything was gone Wiped out by previous wars, I work on Graves of the poor To clean up this mess left by the west My duty to the African, tell my next of kin In a song, but damn, nothing around me And what the hell I step on? With my head on straight I was gone too damn long Over 450 years, to be exact Not paying attention, I stepped on a mine On the edge of motherland, around my head Compromised in this Christian missionary position SongtexteFear, there must be some way up out of here Whatta bitch, mother eff it in a clean up ditch effort Stepped on some bomb shit that a past war left it Kids dying in them nearby diamond mines Out here working that worldwide grind Hope somebody finds me out left behind Silent ticks killing me softly, Malaria But DeBeers, they the ones got me sick Isolated while I waited with thoughts in my head About my sole intention to save my brothers and sisters My thoughts is racing as my tears run down my face I came back to help repair what's mine If I move, I'm a goner My sole intention to save my brothers and sisters How we became boy instead of mister I came too far here to be called some nigger My foot on some bomb, I'ma end up worse than a drifter Myself and what my foot stuck on? 360 degrees Mine again, mine again Was it all worth it? Is Africa really ours? This mine got me thinking All this death and destruction Let's not forget about the corruption To rob the motherland of its resources Is Africa mine? Or the people who sit in the seat of power? Mine again, mine again Aus Songtexte Mania