Exodus Africa
The wave of poverty
The wave of ye illness,
Them try to stop thyself
To limit your highness.
QUEEN AFRICA!
Queen of Selassie
Womb of Mandela.
Throw your core anchor,
Bring thyself,ye hefty vigor.
Poverty trying to make you sail backward,
To retard your growth
Make your children awkward.
Wave of death trying
To steal your blessing,
O AFRICA!, throw your core anchor
And stop that aggressing.
EXODUS AFRICA!
Ye children unite to make you so strong
Ye children unite to make you proud,
Them sing ye liberty,very loud and aloud.
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