Started out tiny as a seed,
growing to know what is good and bad...

Alone i strolled on an empty path,
only with my dreams...

With paper in hand,
i froze and traveled through time...

I consider myself to be the truth,
a vessel of some kind...

Its funny how it all began
He came on his strange animal...

My black skin has people staring
in awe...

My blood flows in an awkward direction
Forming clots...

Africa my love
I will caress your springs with delicacy...

Living my life as a vegetable,
facing unforseen forces...

Its something i cant deny
You are the friend i needed...

It has been a while
Last we sank deep...

I was born and raised
in the warm heart of Africa...