universal as i stroll down the street africas s a bolling over flowing inside of me i used to sport a curl made by jheri a jheri curl but as time passed it didn t last after my curl i never combed my doo i used to sport a cap but the naps kept shining through shining my sista got a brand new perm my boys says she looks pretty fine body real firm folks at her job love her new touch up i can tell her white boss gets a kick when she s all done up my sista loves her blackness but the us says that her perm is her attractiveness but africa keeps coming stronger we found out it ain t a perm it s a temporary don t have cash to go to the music school no money for the guitar or the violin or the tuba my moms had a record player and the 45 s i put the needle on the record and i kicked it crazy live scratching it up catching the breaks spirits within me had me do what it takes grammy s i win one again like my egyptian kin it s africa within makin something outta nothing chorus africa s inside me taking back her child she s giving me my pride and setting me free what s that land across those waters what s that spirit makin love to my daughter telling her not to eat he mama s ham hocks allowing her the choice to twist her hair make it lock yo i don t like it i just don t like it papa may say buy my soul is a boilin and sooner or later africa s glory and toil will teach an old dog new tricks why and the world can t everybody recognize that africa s in everybody we all ask why can t we be sista s and brothers but first we gotta accept who is our mother rather embracer of the jungle or ghetto melanin dwells but could stop growth and developments arrested for nothing gumbo s within soulful h20 men be droppin happenin s like homosapians hustlins within to exist as afro usa men residing in fulani was once christian start fishin like fos and found origin chorus1