crying out to all my people living abroad.
we seek our own redemption.
from our motherland, Ethiopia,
the white man portrayed it
I'd rather stay right here
all black men have to go home
To the motherland, just where we belong
from the land of destruction
We're coming, we're coming,
We're coming back home to you,
For you wrote it yourself,
so you must believe it yourself
That you have to kneel before I and I
Like you did for Idamidada,
oh black man I have to come home
from the land of destruction
We're coming, we're coming,
the white man portrayed it
I'd rather stay right here in the Babylon
Lord, be close to where to
And place to sleep and things to care for
For you wrote it yourself,
so you must believe it yourself
That you have to kneel before I and I
Like you did for those lucky eyes