Mine Again

I boarded a plane headstrong

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 it’s time to be black

Ain’t never too late to go back and give back

So I let born-afters know I rap for Africa

To give to the motherland, to see what’s mine again

Be of service, land of dark faces

Split, colonized in 53 places

The greed went on 'til everything was gone

Wiped out by previous wars, I work on

Graves of the poor

To clean up this 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?

With my head on straight

I was gone too damn long

Over 450 years, to be exact

Not paying attention, I stepped on a mine

On the edge of motherland, around my head

Compromised in this Christian missionary position

Fear, there must be some way up out of here

Whatta bitch, mother eff it in a clean up ditch effort

Stepped on some bomb shit that a past war left it

Kids dying in them nearby diamond mines

Out here working that worldwide grind

Hope somebody finds me out left behind

Silent ticks killing me softly, Malaria

But DeBeers, they the ones got me sick

Isolated while I waited with thoughts in my head

About my sole intention to save my brothers and sisters

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 a goner

My sole intention to save my brothers and sisters

How we became boy instead of mister

I came too far here to be called some nigger

My foot on some bomb, I’ma end up worse than a drifter

Myself and what my foot stuck on?

360 degrees

Mine again, mine again

Was it all worth it?

Is Africa really ours?

This mine got me thinking

All this death and destruction

Let's not forget about the corruption

To rob the motherland of its resources

Is Africa mine?

Or the people who sit in the seat of power?

Mine again, mine again