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Timbuktu
Stricken and uprooted,
Our history can be proven
Lost and stolen,
Enslaved from the very first moment
Mass manipulation and distortion,
Out of self righteous hatred we were contorted
No culture no understanding,
We're dying from a man made famine
Knowledge and wisdom,
We're living without a vision
Universally well grounded,
The trumpet has sounded
From the Afrikkan Holocaust
To the Civil Rights movement
There's always a need for improvement
These are the days of atonement
Knowledge is freedom,
The key to his kingdom
Immersed in materialistic thinking
Arise you Gods is what I'm preaching
Black power black liberation
Always flee from all temptations
Love your brothers, never be deceiving
Listen to this anthem that I'm singing
Edify your Sisters,
Never make them your mistress
Wealth and education,
Comes without suffering and dedication,
Religion and spirituality
Sparks my intellectuality
Knowledge and repentance
Always done in their remembrance
Living and forgiving
Our ancestors, how are we forgetting?
From our homeland to Amerika
To Timbuktu and the place called Attica…
Written by Kikunga