Vertaling: Northern Lights For Africa. Tranen zijn niet genoeg.
On a beach, North Africa Nine tribesmen stand alone Waiting for a distant call Waiting for the world to answer Thru' the night of a thousand stars Encircled
dim the lights, triple black tuts 'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get their baby mama a Lexus for
Broncos Yo South Carolina bring the drama Still in all like the way she ball Yea she yelling she my baby mama Japan coma London, Germany, China holla Africa my brother Russia light
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working Everybody itching for someone to serve the task I'll arm the politician for the coup
, People talkin down callin me a damn sprug, Young niggas all u wana do is roam free, On your own feet gotta cook your own beef, Im too cool for lame
some head shit Headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton QB to LA, still puffing my medicine For those lost in the streets up north or deceased For
Denver Broncos Yo South Carolina bring the drama Still in all like the way she ball Yea she yelling she my baby mama Japan coma London, Germany, China holla Africa my brother Russia light
As we learn and turn, Mandela had to earn And gain respect, for apartheid comin correct To help us all free South Africa Free South Africa [Arthur
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The African Black Mans Penis Is Phenis Slouer Beth Married Jesse Lee Proud Man He Was Mother He Was Light Like Ya Mama Black Blue Colour Skin A Softness Match For
lights, Triple black tuts, Caz associated and the flesh is tryna catch up, I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence, Get they baby mama a lexus for
African Black Mans Penis Is Phenis Slouer Beth Married Jesse Lee Proud Man He Was Mother He Was Light Like Ya Mama Black Blue Colour Skin A Softness Match For
talkin down callin me a damn sprug, Young niggas all you wana do is roam free, On your own feet gotta cook your own beef, I'm too cool for lame dudes
then a rope in Steve fi come D.J. rat trap for me Chorus: Wining on their head tops, wining on their head tops Is a African ting (repeat) Girls from
shit headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton QB to LA still puffing my medicine for those lost in the streets up north or deceased for those
