Rising Contenent

I was holding my slasher In the cold wet season That's what we call it here Then i saw his head coming from the east Like the morning sun rising from sleep Wounded like a might hunter He stood head to toe With a spear in his right hand And a fruits in his left The defeat on democracy was on his face His begging spirit was gone The story of disease no more I saw Africa stand All villagers came To witness walking houses With four balls rolling on the ground Made by this great giant He was no longer trembling as he spoke We had his voice speak to our souls We once down trodden But now we arise We looked as though cursed But blessed we stand We walked as dependents But today we give He spoke with Charisma and we all Shouted Yes Africa we rise To change the world we live in Africa we stand tall To impact souls To impart morals To claim our heritage As we mentor the worlds That breast fed us for millenniums Today The Man, Africa Stands and will never fall