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We are Africans, the blacks,
The integral part of your existence
The origin of arts and innovations,
Importers of your imaginations
Blessed are the blacks unborn.
Without The Blacks,
Who buys your magic and witchcraft
How can you feed and get clothed?.
Racism must be stoned to death,
When its day,
The sun is always pretty sad
We are blacks because of him.
Without The Blacks,
Who could’ve appreciated
the sparks of your inventions?.
Who boast your economy,
that you could feed and get clothed.
The blacks patronage did oiled your mouth,
Your fathers wouldn’t have seen a heaven on earth to explore
The gospel is untold and incomplete.
Racism must be stoned to death,
When its day,
The sun is always pretty sad
We are blacks because of him.
