A-F-R-O - The Drums Speak (Skit) lyrics

You want music? Music, you got (Alright pop)
You got music that goes waaay back yonder
Now I want to introduce you
To, my pride and joy
This is my Timba drum
(talking)
The drum is the mother of all music
(Tell 'em pop)
Tell you what I'm gonna do
(Whatchu gonna do?)
I'm gonna use this Timba drum, to
Take all you brothers back
To the Motherland

I see a ship (alright)
It's a big ship (alright)
Ain't no slave ship (alright)
Don't see no chains (yeah)
Don't see no shackles (hmm)
It's a goin' home ship (alright)
I cross the ocean (alright)
Get off on the beaches (laughing)
I walk in the sand (yeah alright)
I step in the grass (alright now)
Say hello to the python (uh)
And the tree (yeah)
I walk in the jungle (uh huh)
I see the monkey (uh huh)
I see the chimpanzee (alright)
I cross the river (see it)
I see the crocodile (see it)
I come to my village (alright)
I see the chief (come on)
I see all the elders (alright)
I see the warriors! (yeah)
I see the women and children (oh yeah)
I see the fire (alright)
I smell the cooking (yeah?)
Hear the singing and drumming! (come on)
And dance on (yeah)
I cross the compound (huh?)
And there at the end (yeah?)
In a little rise, I see home (ahhh)
Jeremiah, I see home! (yeah)
(chanting) : Pop! Pop!