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
Spilt, colonized in 53 places
The greed went on
Till 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 mine
On the edge of motherland
Around my head
Compromised in this christian missionary position
Fear
There must be some way up outta here
Whatta bitch, mother f-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 killin me softly
Malaria
But DeBeers
They the ones
Got me sick
Isolated while I waited
With thoughts in my head
About my soul 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 goner
My soul intention
To save my soul 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’m a 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, mine again, mine again…