Æon The Ace Lyrics
"Afrika"

Verse 1
Its funny how people knock the country that they came
from, made from, raised from,
and even got their names from,
why/ isn't it televised for what it is
(and) cut the lies and show more than juss the poverty
retrospective side/ I testify I been a victim sucked
into a vision given makin me to be juss another product
of the system/ without a proper cause or even tryna
listen/ taught to judge but now I know u can't feed
on what u given/ yea there's kids I can't deny they
can't find food to eat/ can't forget about the homeless
who have nowhere to sleep/ the country's full of medic's
but they got no money for the fees/ there's the wars
and all the men they claim be swingin from the trees../
Well I mean,/ that's all they really show us on T.
V,/ The malnutrition poor people and conniving thieves/
I told u I've been tellin ya you buyin what they sellin
ya but what they don't show, is third world in AMERICA!

Chorus 2x
This is my journey my hunger I made it I was out numbered
through these stereotypical individuals who belittle
u/ they judge and class u their intentions to get rid
of u listen/ whatever happened to good morals and principles

Verse 2
First generation African American forced to settle
in a place we don't control and then they claim we
pick our presidents, no/ how can we call this place
home/ the government with eminent domain can even take
the place that I own/ they tappin our phones harass
and neva leave us alone/ takin our diamond stones they
killin for in Sierra Leone/ yea they know its wrong
but still they do it/ I guess they didn't care much
for all the amputees who've became a product through
it. Maybe its me /but I aint neva see the logic to
it/ kids hungry cryin with nothin bein provided to
um/ it makes me sit and wonder thinkin if they blinded
to um/ or infatuated wit continuously lying [to um]/
in America the father of fathers/ indeed there's a
problem when other countries follow our problems/ makin
it harder to solve em/ mixing the right wit the wrong
good wit da bad/ we see a ghetto to them that may be
all that they have.................

Chorus 2x
This is my journey my hunger I made it I was out numbered
through these stereotypical individuals who belittle
u/ they judge and class u their intentions to get rid
of u listen/ whatever happened to good morals and principles

Verse 3
Its crazy/ and possibly/ I'd be rockin deas droppin
dese rhymes awkwardly/ up outta me/ kickin to yall
prophecy/ logically no stoppin me/ swearin to yall
solemnly/ truth without robbery/ coined it I-Ology/
my street odyssey's/ get money to gain property as
a monopoly I must control results of my philosophy/
we ought to see but brought to be victims of our society/
and forcefully we labeled as criminals,
were minorities/ they claim we kill rape and steal
as our priorities. / It's funny how they got minorities
killin minorities. Dear diary I swear/ that everything
is everything aint nothin free so soon they will be
chargin for, air, /the end is soon to come I say to
run and be prepared/ with rifles swords and armor world
war three, could be near/ since God is number one no
other man I shall fear/ who bleed the same and tear
the same as I shall beware./

Chorus
This is my journey my hunger I made it I was out numbered
through these stereotypical individuals who belittle
u/ they judge and class u their intentions to get rid
of u listen/ whatever happened to good morals and principles,,,,,