Jah Boogie Africa is my home/it is where I belong This Is no fantasy/written in history Where my father comes from Where the struggle goes on They can not hide it from me It's written in history Dudu Stinks Born in the slum took a turn for state side Africa the continent i mourn yet take pride scorned and hate why 3rd grade torn to be norm and say bye i’m on the safe ride they took it all toss those movies at ya Tarzan a white man, we booty scratchers we dark so we can’t light fools in capture nation geographic and the true disaster they asked me in school do you have have nintendo? saw shaka zulu and played pretend though nah that’s not me yo so i cover my face so the eyes can’t see the peep holes saw right through myself, can’t fool that learned later on, Africans are true black not slaves and coon rats last name not Smith or Jones, but I thought you knew that Jah Boogie Africa is my home/it is where I belong This Is no fantasy/written in history Where my father comes from Where the struggle goes on They can not hide it from me It's written in history Colonize us and despise us anything they do it don't surprise us/ lift our eyes up learn the science/we invisible they can not just find us/they try to bind us and just blind us/but the ancestors live inside us/African conscious must rise/African conscious must rise! Dudu Stinks We speak this protest in masters tongue string the rope verb leave the master hung took the wrote word and attached the drum sold in old world for a pack of gum they go pop but flows just don’t stop like the blood of my peoples in line on those blocks he calls me brother cause you never know we separated families like cattle bro my wife is white, I know you heard that but she carry my seed so for now, 1/3 black as soon as she drops, the kid is bi-racial try my best not to make her bi-hatefull skin color is tricky business if you light you alright like a shifty litmus black you get back to the shit we witness when hoses expose us we need consensus Jah Boogie Africa is my home/it is where I belong This Is no fantasy/written in history Where my father comes from Where the struggle goes on They can not hide it from me It's written in history From Alexandria to Botswana/Angola to Ethiopia/yes the ancestors they live inside us/so they can't bind us can't blind us yes iyah! Africa....

Dudu Stinks hold the line for eternity my shadow wants to murder me, he jealous like an older brother waiting in maternity runnin like north the direction for freedom told his cousins bout the railroad they wouldn’t believe him pitch dark, no food no water for days he listens closely to the struggle and the rhythm it plays villains dose him with bubbles and a ring if he plays but he knows if he stays he’ll be stuck in the maze saddle two worlds but america his residence African American for real like the president African not American has the evidence a green card alien with permanent sentences Jah Boogie Gimme the day gimme the night Gimme the black gimme the white Gimme the earth gimme the sky Gimme the dark gimme the light Gimme the vison gimme the sight Gimme the truth and not the lie Gimme the divinity gimme the birthright. People running everywhere/running from their fear Generations tell you that the end is near. Emotion on TV is the propaganda gear. It ain't strange it's what goes on right here. Chorus Me say the rich man never dem worry bout police The poor man can't find brush for dem teeth The woman them can't run away from disease And the children grow to be strong but empty Dudu Stinks i see them struggling and hustling to make ends meet introduce them to another way to pay rent cheap beat the turf with drugs guns and state sent seats sitting cell by cell like we trace them beats the old timers have the knowledge young bucks don’t need they don’t want and don’t read toss faux fronts bleed we can’t save the whole crop but grow some seeds the survivors take heed, and show nuff lead for all my niggas holdin families down and passing off to your crown you a man without the sound of a round stoppin hearts and killing thoughts for the pride of the town they got my son boxed in, and lost in the brown its street code boogie beats it with sticks true sick and smooth slick spit the loogie for kicks they understand when they get it, tools mixed with a gift honed in by grown men rule the spruce with a switch Chorus Me say the rich man never dem worry bout police The poor man can't find brush for dem teeth The woman them can't run away from disease And the children grow to be strong but empty Jah Boogie You can sink or you can swim You can drown or you can live We don't care/We have no fear You can laugh or you can cry You can live or you can die You better be prepare/you better not be scare now. It's survival of the fittest and world is so hectic. Every man is for himself the children rejected. People of wisdom speaking but their words are not respected. Living in the ghetto hard and everyone is affected. That's why they got their weapon by their side Buffalo soilders all must ride. We have to hold on and hold on tight. We have to look within ourselves and find the most high. Buffalo souljah marching ahead now Be prepared cuz they all want us dead now/ you can not stop this a mighty force ah we must stay on course y'all.