Motherland

Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they clap they hands
Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they doin' that dance

When they hear the drum beat
The freedom and concrete
The pitter patter that's
Runnin' like athletes
Yes, it's a track meet
No diggity, Blackstreet when I'm alone
Pen in my bones reminiscin' of home
My thoughts roam like cell phones
Got a jones deep in my bones
To be by the ocean
My skin for some of that cocoa by the lotion
Summer all year round winter time never up
My brother Kofi told me I was next up
He said "go to America, build your rep up"
So I went to the embassy got me a visa
Ready to be Caesa' now I'm grippin' mics
Gettin' stripes like a Zebra
See I'm

Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they clap they hands
Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they doin' that dance

Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they clap they hands
Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they doin' that dance

Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they clap they hands
Takin' it back to the motherland
The talkin' drums make you understand
The struggle of these young Africans
My people feel it when they doin' that dance