[Intro]
I'm coming home were I belong
I'm coming home, real, Black and strong
Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street
Colours so loud they let the walls speak
As one, Black & Strong
Like the stories of the peoples of a small streets
Give it up, as they all speak, as one
Be black & strong
Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street
Colours so loud that when the walls speak
As one,Be black & strong
Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street
Colours so loud that when the walls speak
As one,Be black & strong
Like the stories from the peoples on small streets
Give it up, as they all speak, as one
Black & strong
Like the stories of people of a small street
Different but the same as when they all speak
As one,Be black & strong
[Verse 1: Grandmaster Melle Mel]
I see a slave that's on a ship, in fact it's getting gripped
The great, great, great grandson that's a trip, he's equipped
A broken man in tattered rags, a one way ticket
A color was his name, the chain was his claim
The game was a four hundred year reign
Tote that bar, lift that bail,you ran for
The country,you were for jail
He was sold to his master to the highestBidder
Three cows,two horses & a healthy nigga
Bred like they had a burnt face,lost in space
Born to loose,the perfect race,doomed to loose
Doomed to dilapidate in the great United States
The land of the free & the land of the Indian Brave
And plantation for a twentieth century slave
I'm coming home were I belong
I'm coming home, real, Black and strong
Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street
Colours so loud they let the walls speak
As one, Black & Strong
Like the stories of the peoples of a small streets
Give it up, as they all speak, as one
Be black & strong
Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street
Colours so loud that when the walls speak
As one,Be black & strong
Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street
Colours so loud that when the walls speak
As one,Be black & strong
Like the stories from the peoples on small streets
Give it up, as they all speak, as one
Black & strong
Like the stories of people of a small street
Different but the same as when they all speak
As one,Be black & strong
[Verse 1: Grandmaster Melle Mel]
I see a slave that's on a ship, in fact it's getting gripped
The great, great, great grandson that's a trip, he's equipped
A broken man in tattered rags, a one way ticket
A color was his name, the chain was his claim
The game was a four hundred year reign
Tote that bar, lift that bail,you ran for
The country,you were for jail
He was sold to his master to the highestBidder
Three cows,two horses & a healthy nigga
Bred like they had a burnt face,lost in space
Born to loose,the perfect race,doomed to loose
Doomed to dilapidate in the great United States
The land of the free & the land of the Indian Brave
And plantation for a twentieth century slave
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