Africa Diaspora(Can We Be Free Now)

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

Cry the beloved motherland of the original man the black man Africa
Peace and bliss to our ancient forefathers resting in power
Who endured the horrors of the Atlantic slave trade
For my artistry to be embraced overseas
The African diaspora was the most oppressive ordeal
Since the Israels had to flee Egypt
Africans endured painful foreign thievery
And the most human degradation of mankind
They were deprived of their liberty
Grace dignity and honor in their own demography
Force was imposed on them to migrate their settlings
Civil homes were disrupted destroyed and segregated
Tears of the sun be my witness
The cardboard box of theirs were flattened and blown wide open
By those sadistic evil and Satan oriented Europeans

The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

They were products of their environments
They didn't create those environments
They were given those environments
It hurts me that it took the degraded conditions of those environments
That affected our appearances for this Europeans to perceive us as animals
And porch monkeys than beings they divided and conquered
Made our own people sell their own people for goods guns etcetera
Being a slave trader was a lucrative and profitable business back then
They kidnapped and captured even children with no remorse
They disengaged children from their mothers wives from husbands vice versa
And torn families apart they never got to see their beloved ones again never
Settlements were turned into red veld fires
By prisoners of war killing each other with the same guns

The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

Being tortured beaten and battered was typical
Pregnant women were abducted too
Chained from necks wrists and ankles
Some died giving birth in the ships
Which were transporting them to the islands of the Caribbeans
North America and South America
To work as slaves in the plantations
They were renamed and given new names by the slave masters
The odds were million to one for our forefathers
Surrendering was lifes alibi in the face of death
Some jumped ships to rather die
In the overwhelming deep waters of the Atlantic ocean
That was a sense of freedom for them
And the only one they could have
The motto was give me freedom or death
I pray the Lord stop if that was destiny
For us to be here in a free slavery society
Though physically not mentally
The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now

The creator and the father of all colors
Gave us self worth and purpose equal to those of other colors of men X2

Mama Africa,Mama Africa
Can we be free now