James Bomb
I board a plane head strong landed with a smile on my face
To give service back to the land that's our home
I long for coming back to Africa
So It's Cool to BE BLACK
UNTIL ITS TIME TO BE BLACK
AINT NEVER TOO LATE
TO GO back AND GIVE BACK
So I let born afters
Know
I RAP For AFRICA
TO GIVE TO THE MOTHERLAND
SEE WHATS MINE AGAIN
Be of service
LAND OF DARK FACES
SPILT colonized IN 53 PLACES
THA GREED WENT ON
TILL EVERYTHING WAS GONE
WIPED OUT BY PREVIOUS WARS
I Work on
GRAVES OF THE POOR
TO CLEAN UP A MESS
LEFT BY THE WEST
MY DUTY TO THE AFRICAN, TELL MY NEXT OF KIN
IN A SONG BUT DAMN, NOTHING AROUND ME
AND WHAT THE HELL I STEP ON?
James Bomb
With my head on straight
I was gone to damn long over 450 years to be exact
Not paying attention I stepped on mine
ON THE EDGE OF MOTHERLAND
AROUND MY HEAD
COMPROMISED IN THIS CHRISTIAN MISSIONARY POSITION
FEAR
THERE MUST BE SOME SOME WAY UP OUTTA HERE
WHATTA BITCH, mother F-it
IN A CLEAN UP DITCH EFFORT
STEPPED ON SOME BOMB SHT
THAT A PAST WAR LEFT IT
KIDS DYING IN
NEARBY DIAMOND MINES
OUT HERE WORKING THAT WORLDWIDE GRIND
HOPE SOMEONE FINDS ME
Out left behind
SILENT TICKS KILLIN ME SOFTLY
MALARIA but Debeers
They the ones
GOT ME SICK
SOLATED AS I WAITED
WITH THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD
ABOUT MY SOUL INTENTION
TO SAVE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS...
James Bomb
My thoughts is racing as my tears run down my face
I came back to help repair what's mine
If I move I'm goner
MY SOUL INTENTION
TO SAVE MY SOUL BROTHERS AND SISTERS...
HOW WE BECAME BOY INSTEAD OF MISTER
I CAME TOO FAR HERE TO BE CALLED SOME NIGGER
MY FOOT ON A BOMB IM A END Up worse than SOME DRIFTER
MYSELF AND WHAT MY FOOTS STUCK ON.
360 degrees
MINE... AGAIN
MINE AGAIN
James Bomb
Was it all worth it? Is Africa really ours
This mine got me thinking
All the death and destruction
Let's not forget bout the corruption
To rob the mother land of its resources
Is Africa mine? or the people who set in the seat power. Mine Again, Mine Again, Mine Again, Mine Again...