Africa, a woman

noone realy knows her name

Africa, an anyway

we drain the juice from her vains

She is black

And her curls are the threads

Of centuries



Higher, she wants higher



Africa, how deep the wells

of dark muddy water

Africa, how far does she have to go

through floods of infected resin

Green is mixing with red

Laying ill on the world´s bed



Higher, she wants higher



And the enemy

In her bed

She is killing

Through her ego