Hatred, pains and envy.
Our ego makes these things invade.
Beautifully made but we smoke our potentials away.
If it can't be me then it can't be you, we likes it that way.
We've killed our tradition and uprooted our roots.
Repeatedly tell lies that have now become our truth.
But i know Africa, you will surely rise.
There will come a day when you will put the differences aside and wipe one another eyes.
My cry will be your cry, when you rise I'll rise.
Together will both will walk and see the light at the end of that tunnel.
Africaaaaaa, we shall rise.
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