As beads of sweat roll down their cheeks
As they farm under the hot sun
Some wearing rags, some walking barefoot
Bearing the famine that threatens them
As they still remember they are Africans proud Africans
As they came taking people as slave
Losing hope in all they have
Some tired of all of it
But they cannot run away
For they still remember they are Africans proud Africans
As they are back happy as ever
Becoming the whole and beloved Africans
Becoming the envy for other continents
They still remember they are Africans proud Africans
As time goes on pieces of jewelry are found
Food is culture
Culture is life
And life is what makes them what they are; Africans
For they still remember they are African proud strong African
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