Back to Africa
Send me back to Africa where the buffalo roams,
back where my skin will blend with mutual tone.
Where the grass grows tall beneath my feet,
where there is a mirror in everyone I meet.
Fresh fruits i'll harvest all day long,
clean air i'll breathe to let my loins grow strong.
Send me back to Africa that may walk the land,
where i'll fish and hunt with my long last band.
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