His name is Jackson He lives in Jamaica Every morning he comes down to the docks to watch the ships come and go He's been here too long Mental slavery has not touched him one bit He still knows his history, he knows where he comes from That is why he believes the ocean can give him some answers About the very very far home That he's never been to. All his life he says I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa I have seen his world I've seen the other world. I have nothing to say I put my coat on my shoulders As I walked away, I heard myself sing The grass is greener on the other side Til you get there and see it for yourself The grass is greener on the other side Til you get there and see it for yourself The grass is greener on the other side Til you get there and see it for yourself His name is Themba He lives in Soweto Every morning he goes to the airport to watch the planes come and go He has changed his African name to a western one Cause he doesn't know how it hurts to have a name You can't be proud of. He hopes that one day One of these birds of the sky can take him away To a very very far land Running away from the very roots That so many black people in the world Are wanting to come back to. A place they call home They wish they were home They wish they were in Africa They wish they were in Africa I live in his world, I've seen the other world I got nothing to say I put my coat on my shoulders As I walked away, I heard myself sing
His name is Jackson
He lives in Jamaica
Every morning he comes down to the docks to watch the ships come and go
He's been here too long
Mental slavery has not touched him one bit
He still knows his history, he knows where he comes from
That is why he believes the ocean can give him some answers
About the very very far home
That he's never been to. All his life he says
I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa
I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa
I have seen his world
I've seen the other world. I have nothing to say
I put my coat on my shoulders
As I walked away, I heard myself sing
The grass is greener on the other side
Til you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener on the other side
Til you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener on the other side
Til you get there and see it for yourself
His name is Themba
He lives in Soweto
Every morning he goes to the airport to watch the planes come and go
He has changed his African name to a western one
Cause he doesn't know how it hurts to have a name
You can't be proud of. He hopes that one day
One of these birds of the sky can take him away
To a very very far land
Running away from the very roots
That so many black people in the world
Are wanting to come back to. A place they call home
They wish they were home
They wish they were in Africa
They wish they were in Africa
I live in his world, I've seen the other world
I got nothing to say
I put my coat on my shoulders
As I walked away, I heard myself sing
Non poto t’es trop fort ✌️ je kiff grave très jolie bonne continuation
Merci beaucoup poto
Nice beat bro
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