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The Streets Of Africa (Acoustic) - Katja Maria Werker
I saw those faces on the sreen
Many black men on the road in africa
I knew this had something to do with me
The earth was soaked and so was I
Many black men on the road in africa
They had no food just to be thankful
To be alive
And the rain poured down for months
One man wrote in god we trust onto the back of a truck
Oh in god we trust onto the back of a truck
And we in our country cold white country
Getting bored with almost everything
We are the reasons of their twisted seasons
Yeah we are responsible
That the rain poured down for months
One wrote in god we trust onto the back of a truck
Oh in god we trust onto the back of a truck
Oh I grew up without mother's love
She had no love though she told me she would have
And it took me 28 years to open up my mouth
Appreciate pride without hate
I grew up and all the time
She stopped my mouth with everything
That we had too less we stole away
From down there in the south
On the streets of africa
And the rain poured down for months
One man wrote in god we trust onto the back of a truck
Oh in god we trust onto the back of a truck
Onto the back of a truck
Oh in god we trust onto the back of a fifty-years-old-truck
