Afrika - Saudi

Yah

(Bow my head and pray)

Msotra man vele

(Bow my head and pray)

Msotra m.

(Bow my head and pray)

(Get on my knees and pray)

Navaron tings

(But this need more than a prayer)

(Ask me why and I will say)

Look ey

Afrika, Afrika

Whites they put white in Afrika

I miss her, I miss her

Been up and down searching my feet hurt (Can't walk)

I ditched her, I ditched her

I ran away from her no return

But I need her, ngiyam’dinga

Like African children need needles yeah

We mlungu wami how you gone starve me nou

When you the one that showed me how to ball

Ain’t my fault I’ma gutter kid

Ain’t my fault I live where I live (No, no, no)

Ain’t my fault that you really rich

Ain’t my fault we might take your shit (yah yah yah)

Why can’t I drop top thokozile

Why uma’griza can’t get a new pozi

Shouldn’t sell nyaope, ntwana what are you smoking

Cannot you see we just sardines in this ocean

Khwela, Khwela ain’t got all day

But they gone hold you for 2 years without a court date

Fuck the statement they just wanna know what the cash say

How does one make it out of here okay

At night I don’t sleep

I go down on my knees

I pray for my sins and not to die on my knees

Vader assemblief, Vader assemblief

I beg of you please, I just wanna be the king of

Afrika, Afrika

Beautiful wonders, Afrika

Afrika, Afrika

Have you seen her, oh how much I miss her

Afrika, Afrika

Whites they put white in Afrika

Afrika, Afrika

Helpess and broken Afrika

Yeah

I’m the Paul Kruger with black ice

I am gonna fill the Paul Kruger with black ice

Msotra, GTA galore

It’s a drought, give a fuck bout the law

Might just sney the Maak Julle fresh

They call it the Gwedish Ntashe

In Eldos they call her Natasha

Mara e’Afrika she’s Winnie Mandela

My entire outfit u’sesh

Ngum’soldier, ma khamaflesh

I don’t see a way out of the misery

Nigerian plug talking pidgin

Baba show me a way out of the trenches

Ntwana there’s no way out without sinning

I just wanna be a Georgie Zamdela

Lenyora forever, hood Nelson Mandela

Would you tell the streets, I don’t want to be street (No more, no)

Dust on my sneaks, a couple of miles on my feet (Ohhhh)

Blood on the streets, call emergency

Afrika she’s bleeding

I think she is no longer breathing

At night I don’t sleep

I go down on my knees

I pray for my sins and not to die on my knees

Vader assemblief, Vader assemblief

I beg of you please, I just wanna be the king of

Afrika, Afrika

Beautiful wonders, Afrika

Afrika, Afrika

Have you seen her, oh how much I miss her

Afrika, Afrika

Whites they put white in Afrika

Afrika, Afrika

Helpess and broken Afrika

Yeah