Doug E Fresh And The Get Fresh Crew

Doug E Fresh And The Get Fresh Crew - Africa Goin' Back Home lyrics

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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..
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Publisher: Reality

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Released in: 1988

Language: English

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