d humble farmer, my father called me down behind d tree, he said prostrate @ my feet nd say a few prayers. then he told me all d stories of my brave ancestors, he said look in2 my eyes son u r born to be great. so in d twilight i went home behind my father wit a hoe, listening 2 d songs of birds, whispers of d night. i was singing 7 golds, 7 beads, 7 cowries, 7 nuts, 7 lives, thats wat ive got. IM AN AFRICAN BOY. over land, overseas, over mountains, in d wild, il be brave nd il be strong. IM AN AFRICAN BOY.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 08:09:02 +0000
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