Doug E. Fresh - Africa (Goin' Back Home) lyrics

When I left to go Africa people said.... Don't come back with no with craft on your head I just left the comment blank and kept my cool Because they only said what they was taught in school Brainwashed education Of our nation Publicized in its prime To be behind the time Adequate excuse And all verbal abuse Our history is a mystery So what's the use??? Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam Now I took me a trip to Africa A seven hour flight from America I got off the plane and what did I see But some brothers and sisters who look like me Warm greetings,hello,hi's Alot of mosquitos and a whole lot of flys Young ones try to persuade you to buy To feed their families so no one dies Of hunger,shelter,clothes and starvation In the ghetto it's the same situation Over big water so far I roam To find my way back home To find my way back home To find my way back home Now I woke up at two in the afternoon In the middle of December which felt like June I got on the bus,then all of us,caught a boat As we listened to the jams we wrote As the boat stayed afloat and we was close to shore I seem an Island one I felt I seem before I was gonna ask the guide,but I forgot his name So I said,"It ain't nuthin',all Islands are the same!" Shame,who's the blame for that inside shame Then I found out Goree Island was the name Aim was to proceed with the mystery Of the hidden,forbidden history Goree Island was the last place the slaves was brought Before taken to America,sold and bought And I could feel it in the air when my feet touched land To be the first rap group to rock Africans Our distant brothers,great,great grandmothers To one another,it's you I salute Because a man without history is like a tree without Roots So I say now.... Now I took me a trip to Africa A seven hour flight from America I got off the plane and what did I see But some brothers and sisters who look like me Warm greetings,hello,hi's Alot of mosquitos and a whole lot of flys Young ones try to persuade you to buy To feed their families so no one dies Of hunger,shelter,clothes and starvation In the ghetto it's the same situation Over big water so far I roam To find my way back home To find my way back home To find my way back home Salaam alaikum, alaikum salaam......