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hmm\nI'm going home when my time come\nSame place weh di River Nile on\nGreen grass, blue skies and sun\nHeart a beat like an African drum\n\nAfrica, mother Africa, home of civilization\nA cradle, a man kind of birth place of creation\nGenerated from stories, integrated through generations\nTold by the ancients, you can't say it's none greatest\nAfrica, the reign of Egypt, range of my people\nDisperse through the Earth surface before you could purchase vehicles\nThey greet you on the coast in the boat\nYou can't believe it, yo, it floats?\nAnd you niggas make weapons outta stone?\nFuck, you built my homes out the stone too\nAnd a statue of me 'cause I wanna be a king to, shoot\nWe could be buddies,\nWe could trade agriculture and riches from different shores\nBut if you ever cross me, then we would go to war\nYou know the Lord Savior Creator\nHe made His humble specially when the\nRomans tried to take over the jungles\nSo we stopped in the Middle East, we still can't get no peace\nSoon as they see a diamond, they wanna slave us for a piece of Africa\n\nHmm, ayy, ayy, hmm\nI'm going home when my time come\nSame place weh di River Nile on\nGreen grass, blue skies and sun\nHeart a beat like an African drum\n\nThey call me the homo habilis 'cause I created the habitat\nBefore the great homo erectus invaded half the map\nHe would catch a lion, kill it, and put his head on a stick\nJust to prove to everyone how strong he really is\nYou can say he lives on the most nurturing continent\nThe fruits and vegetables, long rivers, tall mountains\nZebras, cheetahs, elephants, panthers, gorillas\nThe vast deserts, hot summers, cold winters\nMan, the sister brought me back to my genes,\nAfrican Eve had to teach the mother of agriculture a couple things\nLike we could speak English, European, Chinese\nAnd my continent is the second largest you ever seen\nRed, black, yellow and green\nLand man, sun in the trees, the first kings, the first human beings\nThe first everything, afros, 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Green grass, blue skies and sun\n  Heart a beat like an African drum\n  Heart a beat, heart a beat\n  Heart a beat like an African drum\n  Heart a beat, heart a beat\n  Heart a beat like an African drum\n\n  Oh, Africa, oh, Africa\n  Oh, Africa, my motherland\n  Oh, Africa, oh, Africa\n  Oh, Africa, we plan to stand\n"},{"id":9810835,"name":"African Dream","trackName":"African Dream","artistName":"Blu & Exile","albumName":"Miles: From an Interlude Called Life","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm\nI'm going home when my time come\nSame place weh di River Nile on\nGreen grass, blue skies and sun\nHeart a beat like an African drum\n\nAyo, I'm African, although I was born in Los Angeles\nI gotta get a tat to represent where my family is\nGet, it's black skin, black bones, black man\nFrom the black planet, black sand, black lamb\nBack then I woulda been on a ship eating fish\nTaking weekend trips in the sea to see if I could meet the 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fish\n  Taking weekend trips in the sea to see if I could meet the French\n  Speaking tongues over drums, dancing and singing songs\n  You could see the long, all mother brothers we call\n  Organ, African, I'm back again\n  Like I never left, never did, heaven is Africa\n  I have to show my kids just how old the culture is\n  From California, but I wanna live in Africa\n\n  Oh, Africa, oh, Africa\n  Oh, Africa, my motherland\n\n  Ayy, hmm\n  I'm going home when my time come\n  Same place weh di River Nile on\n  Green grass, blue skies and sun\n  Heart a beat like an African drum\n\n  Africa, mother Africa, home of civilization\n  A cradle, a man kind of birth place of creation\n  Generated from stories, integrated through generations\n  Told by the ancients, you can't say it's none greatest\n  Africa, the reign of Egypt, range of my people\n  Disperse through the Earth surface before you could purchase vehicles\n  They greet you on the coast in the boat\n  You can't believe it, yo, it 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cross me, then we would go to war\nYou know the Lord Savior Creator\nHe made His humble specially when the\nRomans tried to take over the jungles\nSo we stopped in the Middle East, we still can't get no peace\nSoon as they see a diamond, they wanna slave us for a piece of Africa\n\nHmm, ayy, ayy, hmm\nI'm going home when my time come\nSame place weh di River Nile on\nGreen grass, blue skies and sun\nHeart a beat like an African drum\n\nThey call me the homo habilis 'cause I created the habitat\nBefore the great homo erectus invaded half the map\nHe would catch a lion, kill it, and put his head on a stick\nJust to prove to everyone how strong he really is\nYou can say he lives on the most nurturing continent\nThe fruits and vegetables, long rivers, tall mountains\nZebras, cheetahs, elephants, panthers, gorillas\nThe vast deserts, hot summers, cold winters\nMan, the sister brought me back to my genes,\nAfrican Eve had to teach the mother of agriculture a couple things\nLike we could 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