'Trodding Home'-It’s Attitude
Said I’m trodding home!
Mi no waan live ah babylon no more
I’m trodding home!
Mi haffi reach up ah Afrikan sea shores
I’m trodding home!
Take these shackles and chains off my feet
I’m trodding home!
Gone to Afrika to free my mentality yeah
Said I’m trodding home!
Afrika has been awaiting me
And there is where I really want to be
See, I will never call babylon my home
There’s certain rooms inna babylon house, I’m restricted to go
Can’t cook inna di kitchen cause di pot ah call di kettle Black
I’m cooking just fine
And I’m proud to be Black
Babylon you gone! Cuz you too evil!
Look like you do not care at all
Everything you do is hurting people
Babylon you too regardless, neglectful and careless
Unobservant, blind and wreckless
Moving like dem headless
Inna di Gideon
Dem too far gone
Dem too far gone
Inna dis Gideon!
Said I’m trodding home!
Mi no waan live ah babylon no more
I’m trodding home!
Haffi reach up ah Afrikan seashore
I’m trodding home!
Take theseshackles and chains off my feet
I’m trodding home!
Gone to Afrika to free my mentality
I’m trodding home!
Yeah Mama Afrika has been awaiting me
I’m trodding home!
Head in her bosom is where I want to be
Inna babylon, when I wake up I give thanks for life
Yes - Thank you, I’m doing fine
But just gotta little stress on my mind
Trying to figure how di youth dem ahgo eat a night time
Don’t want to resort to a life of crime
That’s what they push us to do more time
That’s more reason why -
Babylon ain’t my home!
And I’m leaving Rome!
With a rod in my hand
Soil under my feet
Khaki suit and turban wrapped neat
Heading to the city of golden streets
To the city of royalty!
Said I’m trodding home!
Mi no waan live ah babylon no more!
I’m trodding home!
Mi haffi reach up ah Afrikan seashore!
Said I’m trodding home!
Take these shackles and chains off my feet
I’m trodding home!
Gone ah Afrika to free my mentality
Said I’m trodding home!
Afrikan has been a long awaiting me
I’m trodding home!
And there is where I really wanna be yeah
I’m going to the land of my story
To the land of our story
The beginning of Black man story
Not his story
Alkebulan for you and me
So tell babylon dem, just give us free
I’m trodding home!
Mi no waan live ah babylon no more!
I’m trodding home!
Oooh I’ve gotta reach up ah Afrikan seashore!
I’m trodding home!
Said I’m trodding home!
Take these shackles and chains off my rhatid feet
I’m trodding home!
Gone ah Afrika to free my mentality
Said I’m trodding home!
Oooh Afrika you’ve been long awaiting me
I’m trodding home!
And that’s where I wanna be
Ooooh don’t wanna live ah here no more
I’m trodding home!
Ooh I gotta reach and swim in the Afrikan seashore
I’m trodding home!
Take these shackles and chains off my feet!
I’m trodding home!
I’m gone to Afrika to free my mentality!
Said I’m trodding home!
Yes, Mama Afrika you’ve been awaiting me
I’m trodding home!
And there is where I wanna wanna wanna really be
Afrika been waiting me
And I really wanna come home to you Mama
Yeah Mama
With open arms I greet you, oh Mama
With my lips I kiss you
Oh you got me standing on solid ground
In babylon I’m wearing a frown
In Afrika I’m wearing a crown
Babylon you going down . . .
Taken from the album "Trodding Home" Ras Attitude
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