Lyrics:

You don't know who you are

Look back into your past, brother

Look back into your past, sister

Look back into your past, sister

Look back into your past, brother



[Afrika]

My forefather was a king

He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings

Nobody believes this to be true

Maybe it's because my eyes ain't blue

You ain't gonna find it in your history book

Come here, young blood, and take a look

Dig down deep inside this hard cover

Don't you know you was bought, brother

All you read about is slavery

Never about the black man's bravery

You look at the pictures and all they show is

Afrikan people with bones in their noses

That ain't true, that's a lie

You didn't get that from my lemon pie



[Mike G]

Yeah, I cut class, I got a D

Cause History meant nothing to me

Except a definite nap

That's why I always sat in the back

I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme

Cause I didn't know (all times are black man's times)

When I was young my mama told me stories

Of black peoples' fight to bring us glory

I used to think these were stories to put me to sleep

But now I know mama's talk wasn't cheap

I know Afrika's for Afrikans

And history's the blood of every woman and man



'Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved

The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search

Trying to pull together the history of a people'



[Afrika]

Page one, page two, page three

And still no signs of me

Yeah, so I looked into the table of contents

They wrote a little thing about us in the projects

Only history we make is if we kill somebody

Rape somebody, but other than that we're nobody

Speaking like a Brother living in the Jungle

I know I was here first but I remain humble



[Mike G]

Now it's time to rekindle the fire

A tribe of young brothers with the eye of the tiger



[Afrika]

Acknowledge your own, we have a home

Put on this earth to live and roam



[Mike G]

Christopher chose to explore

DISCOVERED AMERICA! Yeah, sure



[Afrika]

He thought the planet was square

Travelled many places, we already had been there

We left tracks, backtrack back

First civilisation, you know where that was found at

Looking for the true black days of glory

That's history, that's his story



[Vinia Mojica 4x]

The red's for the blood and the black's for the man

The green is the colour that stands for the land