We started from the street
Meeting people of our kind
Big dreams in our mind
great plans we bind
heading towards the start of a journey
filled with battles
But still we moved
The sufferings and pains
failures and falls
the tears and agony
bringing scars that never heals
So we could look back and never forget
On crampled leaves we ate
No one hears our voice on earth
As we look round knowing our presence is never felt
Incompetent as we thought
Yet hoping to be called legends
Grace fought for us
now we shoot up the stars
As we speak
Our voice climb high to the mountain's peak
for nations to hear our speech
We knew no cities for
From the hidden villages in our country,
we were brought up
But here we come
From kumerica
Speaking to nations in America
returning back to Africa,
We never forget where we come from