"We came from a distant land
Ours lives already planned
We came in ships from across the sea
Never again Home we 'll see
And now we become
American fruit
With african roots
I met this soul it worked from earl to night
Never give the Human Rights
Though this past things remain the same
Children born with no last names
What is to become the
American fruit
With african roots
Had we to know
What this land would bring
That our blood would flow because
Of the colour of our skin being black, being Black
They made us slave across the tracks
In homes that were wooden shacks
Those death we've held we did endure
Children sick no doctors to cure
What is to become the
American fruit
With african roots
The time is here for us to join hands
And be no longer punished by the rules of this land
Now we aware of what we must do
No longer afraid no longer a few
Now that we are
Now that we are
Aware of our african roots
American fruit, African roots was written by Zulema.
American fruit, African roots was produced by Bert DeCoteaux.