Africa
Africa, a woman Noone realy knows her name Africa, an anyway We drain the juice from her vains She is black And her curls are the threads Of centuries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how deep the wells Of dark muddy water Africa, how far does she have to go Through floods of infected resin Green is mixing with red Laying ill on the worldґs bed
Higher, she wants higher
And the enemy In her bed She is killing Through her ego
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