African Dream - Blu & Exile, Blu, Exile

Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm

I’m going home when my time come

Same place weh di River Nile on

Green grass, blue skies and sun

Heart a beat like an African drum

Ayo, I’m African, although I was born in Los Angeles

I gotta get a tat to represent where my family is

Get, it’s black skin, black bones, black man

From the black planet, black sand, black lamb

Back then I woulda been on a ship eating fish

Taking weekend trips in the sea to see if I could meet the French

Speaking tongues over drums, dancing and singing songs

You could see the long, all mother brothers we call

Organ, African, I’m back again

Like I never left, never did, heaven is Africa

I have to show my kids just how old the culture is

From California, but I wanna live in Africa

Oh, Africa, oh, Africa

Oh, Africa, my motherland

Ayy, hmm

I’m going home when my time come

Same place weh di River Nile on

Green grass, blue skies and sun

Heart a beat like an African drum

Africa, mother Africa, home of civilization

A cradle, a man kind of birth place of creation

Generated from stories, integrated through generations

Told by the ancients, you can’t say it’s none greatest

Africa, the reign of Egypt, range of my people

Disperse through the Earth surface before you could purchase vehicles

They greet you on the coast in the boat

You can’t believe it, yo, it floats?

And you niggas make weapons outta stone?

Fuck, you built my homes out the stone too

And a statue of me 'cause I wanna be a king to, shoot

We could be buddies, we could trade agriculture and riches from different shores

But if you ever cross me, then we would go to war

You know the Lord Savior Creator

He made His humble specially when the Romans tried to take over the jungles

So we stopped in the Middle East, we still can’t get no peace

Soon as they see a diamond, they wanna slave us for a piece of Africa

Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm

I’m going home when my time come

Same place weh di River Nile on

Green grass, blue skies and sun

Heart a beat like an African drum

They call me the homo habilis 'cause I created the habitat

Before the great homo erectus invaded half the map

He would catch a lion, kill it, and put his head on a stick

Just to prove to everyone how strong he really is

You can say he lives on the most nurturing continent

The fruits and vegetables, long rivers, tall mountains

Zebras, cheetahs, elephants, panthers, gorillas

The vast deserts, hot summers, cold winters

Man, the sister brought me back to my genes, African Eve had to teach the

mother of agriculture a couple things

Like we could speak English, European, Chinese

And my continent is the second largest you ever seen

Red, black, yellow and green

Land man, sun in the trees, the first kings, the first human beings

The first everything, afros, cornrows, bald heads and long dreads

All said they were all bred in Africa

Oh, Africa, oh, Africa

Oh, Africa, my motherland

Oh, Africa, oh, Africa

Oh, Africa, we plan to stand

Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm

I’m going home when my time come

Same place weh di River Nile on

Green grass, blue skies and sun

Heart a beat like an African drum

Heart a beat, heart a beat

Heart a beat like an African drum

Heart a beat, heart a beat

Heart a beat like an African drum

Oh, Africa, oh, Africa

Oh, Africa, my motherland

Oh, Africa, oh, Africa

Oh, Africa, we plan to stand