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AFRICAN SON - If someone asked me where would I say I'm from if someone asked me where would I say I belong so much history and so much wrong so much fighting for far too long so much anger and so much pain and then when the power shifts we got to find someone else to blame it's my home it's where I'll stay and where I belong I didn't choose to be here I was born I might seem out of place here but everything I hold dear is under the African sun what a big what a big and it makes me sick what a big fat stinking lie we were forced to live and we lived by force what a pricey thing to buy if have not's had and the have's had not well you think it'd be alright but the just still weeps while the rich man sleeps justice where is your power it's my home it's where I'll stay and where I belong I didn't choose to be here I was born I might seem out of place here but everything I hold dear is under the African sun who of you among us will cast the first stone the problem's never been just black or white take me to when time began where every woman every man was born an african a true african under the african sun.