I'm proud to be an African
To be born of the race of blacks
For the blood runs in my heart
It seize not in times of plight
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When my heart beats no more
I hope to die for a believe i lived for
For i feel the shadow's depth
Pricking it's thorn upon my raw flesh
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Along the waving coast of time
I rely not on my aging mind
Long ago my believe is due
To reveal the sudden truth
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Like the serrating sun of the east
Setting upon the lashes of my brow
His appearance out of the wind
Detest the parting of my soul
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Forget the past and move on
My soul keeps craving to press on!
But the spirit of the past
still haunts me
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The sordid prayer of a prey
Is to be in hide
When the unsatisfied
Comes to find
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Pasting your succulent tongue against my mouth
Has brought me out of the wilderness of doubt
Tasting with a burning rage of fire
To quench my thirst of desire
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