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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I look at you and i cry
My Love, you have been raped...

I look at my present condition and
I let out a few tears...

If there is one thing i know,
is that I am true to myself...

Laugh now, cry later
and smile always...

I hide behind fake lines
of being a proud African son...