Motherland

Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they clap they hands Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they doin' that dance When they hear the drum beat The freedom and concrete The pitter patter that's Runnin' like athletes Yes, it's a track meet No diggity, Blackstreet when I'm alone Pen in my bones reminiscin' of home My thoughts roam like cell phones Got a jones deep in my bones To be by the ocean My skin for some of that cocoa by the lotion Summer all year round winter time never up My brother Kofi told me I was next up He said "go to America, build your rep up" So I went to the embassy got me a visa Ready to be Caesa' now I'm grippin' mics Gettin' stripes like a Zebra See I'm Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they clap they hands Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they doin' that dance Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they clap they hands Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they doin' that dance Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they clap they hands Takin' it back to the motherland The talkin' drums make you understand The struggle of these young Africans My people feel it when they doin' that dance