UFO are one of the smartest rap groups around. Comprised of Eli "Campus Boy" Sketch and Ujiji Ojiji, with beat conducter LaFam at the helm, they create serious political tracks with a lot of intricate worldplay in the Sheng langauge (a mix of English and Swahili developed in Nairobi's slums).
Read an English translation of they lyrics here:
Chorus: Through the pain through the rain through the gain I salute you mama Africa No tears no more just my mama Verse 1: Shikamoo (How are you?) Mama Africa The only dark daughter of the earth I write you this pun to release none of your wrath But to share in your grief Cause it’s just yesterday In the 1950s That you came from the chains of bondage I pray for your quick relief After your sis, Europe Treated you without honor Your life, your sons Congo and Sierra Leone Started to fight for raw materials And then blood diamonds Brought mad iron rule The Mugabes in Zimbabwe Mobutu and Idi Amin And I hope you know who gave them guns, mommy The same people who swallowed Malcolm And MLK But that’s gone, anyway Heard you sayin Barack is on his way To slave master, USA To let him know how we live Ruthlessly like yesterday Rwanda nearly shot himself With an AK And Jamaica got tired Packed his bag and went away So is Mauritania too These things don’t change… And oh, I need a new page (Chorus) Verse 2: And that is all it is about now Getting more paper Black boys are doing what now? Getting more paper When was the last time someone tried to call you mama Things are getting worse now have I told you mama? Why you have to summon your son Garang (South Sudanese founder) Brothers from another mother seem to me so dumb Did they let you know Mandela’s free? How young is he Shit, 93? Your kids are still slaves They’re mining for export Some selling themselves out They blabbing for passports (?) Your daughters are still queens But they’re dyin’ of AIDs They’re worshiping still things like diamond rings Still not moving Still the guns shooting Still the bloods oozing Militaries ruling the people I mean the big bros are bullying the little I wish the food was as much as the guns Chorus Verse 3: Back with a pen with ink But also back with pain to think How come you used to give me milk and honey Nowadays I’m sick of starving I want you back ma So through with the songs When I’m sick feed me with your hugs When I cry wipe my tears Wipe my fears Tell me you’re here The only one with the power of love Not the love of power Mrs. Third World The mother of the tame and the wild The slaves in the land Never keep your head in the ground Even if you live below the poverty line Be strong and afford a smile Cause when you’re rich in your soul And your tears will be reaching us all Like showers of blessing And leading the flock Let’s return to the days of the weather and medicinemen Before releasing a speicmen from the laboratory Before they call us monkeys in stories And to use slavery to depict a tragic history Back to the weasels and the smoke signals And oh, my pen has faded I need to put some ink in it… Through the pain through the rain through the gain I salute you Mama Africa No tears no more just my mama Verse 4: All the ink in the world couldn’t spell it all All the tongues and the lips couldn’t tell it all We workin our way up though the pace is slow Are these dictator presidents ever going to let it go Somalia is a young girl, her legs still feeble And the media got it twisted They think she’s crippled She can walk on her own Along with Liberia It’s not a war going on It’s all in Nigeria The people are poor The infants starving Let your tears be the rain The thirst is burning The Sahara is growing I’m not taking off my Saharas (desert boots) This is not a safari, it’s suffering Better the life of hunting and gathering Oh, I’ve been with Kenya Don’t you think she’s grown? She’s grown big and there’s a saying She has recited: “Forever Kenya Forever Africa Forever you and me”
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