Centuries Ago
Africa, so rich with talent
They make clothes and even drums
So sweet were their oils and incense
For supper they had lots more than crumbs
Their skin so beautiful and brown
Friends and Family would come around

Different tribes from place to place
Some having paint on their face
But everyone getting along
At night they have their own African song

Visiting each others hut and raising their sons 
to be healthy and strong
But, where did Africa go wrong
Was the white man’s proposition so great
that you could not hesitate

To trade your people was a permanent trade
Although only temporary carpenters 
was an untrue promise they made
They wanted more and more
Then swiped the natives off the shore