my skin has been kissed by the African sun
my feet have walked the African soil
the movement of my hips tell my story
the flash of my smile makes you forget your worry
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country as free as a bird
born in a free world
you would think i have it all
you would think im also free
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which color am i lord?
answer me and feel this void
my color comes with so many shades
and make it difficult to choose
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many poets i hear write about
the grass growing
the sky being blue
the rain falling down slowly on the windowpane
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Inside I’m sensitive and emotional
But many times I seem to be scared of no-one
I always hang on to the past with everything g I have
And in the process I always lose my nerve
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