An original piece I recently wrote. Something I wrote that's supposed to be set to a jazz-bebop style beat.
"Lush, Green homebound days
Cradle of Troubadours, Countrymen, Scholars renowned and appraised
Odyssey of man through Controversy, Great magnitude yet we seek settle back home.
Return to your forefathers' dwelling and no longer rome.
Africa, Africa Mankind's cradle, man's oasis
In the eye of the storm I stand your tenacity is are remedy bring joyful faces.
Left but never on unloved recollect to days of Ahmed Sekou Toure, Nelson Mandela and Kwame Nkrumah.
Rlifing history afar within, the height,the adversity ponder Mother Africa and her blessing on are Ebony skin."