MAMA AFRI.K

I used to play a kind of leader in my corner
I’ve always tried to control my life
And i guess i was going nowhere
But I’ve found who i am
I’ve spent a lifetime in a cell
Just to do like you my man
And be an African white man

Dig it Mama
I’m so-called Jah
Dig it Mama
I’m a stone cold Jah
Dig it Mama i’m a so-called Jah
Hear me Mama

AOOOH, Hear me Mama
AOOOH, I don’t know, don’t know
AOOOH, Hear Mama
AOOOH, I don’t know, don’t know

I’d like to know if I can be taken up there
So many many men from here use the word “spirit” everywhere
Just look at yourself sometimes
Don’t try to imitate my rhymes
And keep your own craft in mind
Make it better, make it tanned

Dig it Mama

I’m so-called Jah
Dig it Mama
I’m a stone cold Jah
Dig it Mama i’m a so-called Jah
Hear me Mama

I must be cristallising on my non vibe,
I’m so tired
I'm making up my style
Cause it’s so fashion to be roots
My music under my roof sounds to easy to be true

Feeling Afri.K Mama
Give me Africa Mama
Feeling Afri.k Mama
Tell ‘bout Afri.K
Feeling Afri.K Mama
Give me Africa Mama
Feeling Afri.k Mama
Don’t know ‘bout Afri.K Mama

I’m no more cristalling
I’ve got a phenomenal vibe
I’ve reached a perfect style
Can you see me I’m like new ?
Still insufficient proof
If you scratch under i’m blue