The Streets of Africa (Acoustic Version)

[Verse 1]
I saw those faces on the screen
Many black men on a road in Africa
I knew this had something to do with me

[Verse 2]
The earth was soaked and so was I
Many black men on a road in Africa
They had no food just to be thankful to be alive

[Chorus]
And the rain poured down for a month
One man wrote "In God We Trust" onto the back of a truck
Oh, "In God We Trust"
Onto the back of a truck

[Verse 3]
And we in our country, cold white country
Getting bored with almost everything
We are the reason of their twisted seasons
There we are responsible

[Chorus]
That thе rain poured down for a month
One man wrote "In God Wе Trust" onto the back of a truck
Oh, "In God We Trust"
Onto the back of a truck

[Bridge]
Oh, I grew up without mother's love
She had no love though she told me she would have
And it took me twenty-eight years to open up my mouth
Appreciate pride without hate
I grew up and all the time
She stopped my mouth with everything
That we had to less, we stole away
From down there in the south
On the streets of Africa

[Chorus]
And the rain poured down for a month
One man wrote "In God We Trust" onto the back of a truck
Oh, "In God We Trust"
"In God We Trust"
Onto the back of a truck
Oh, "In God We Trust"
Onto the back of a fifty-year-old truck