Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Africa (Goin' Back Home), artist - Doug E. Fresh. Date of issue: 30.05.1988
Song language: English
Africa (Goin' Back Home) |
| 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… |