Afrikali - Out of the Jungle (Paridise’s Raw Mix) lyrics
[Afrikali - Out of the Jungle Paridise’s Raw Mix lyrics]
This is the jungle in South Africa
So run colored boy, run colored boy
Run colored boy like a hungry tiger
I see the soldier, I hear the revolver
But have no fear, they just freed Mandela
Out of the jungle here we go
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle
I had a vision that all men was free
So run colored boy, run colored boy
Run colored boy from mental slavery yeah
And come with me to the holy city
Where life has conquered death
And we live till eternity
Out of the jungle here we go
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle
Lord, mother, father, teacher south Africa
Soldier, revolver, kill me brother
Kill me sister kakakakakakakaka
Gun fire, dem fire unity Africa, Africa
Victory Mandela
Here we go oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle here we go
Man lives in the light but yet it is darkness
They walk with no legs searching for justice
But justice only comes to those who are just
So don't be fooled by the dollar bill
That says in God we trust
Because trust is of God and not of man
And that's a mystery that
We cannot understand
They play with your mind psychologically
You say you are equal
They say you are a minority
Once a slave, now you free
But they still have your soul in captivity
Lord have mercy
In school they tell your kids
They were descended from monkeys
But in the beginning God made Adam and Eve
Not Adam and a chimpanzee!
So colored people don't forget your culture
Don't be afraid of the vulture
They chase you in the jungle
But don't know you're a tiger
And when the sun burns their skin
You're a dreadlock rasta
So protect yourself and getaway
So that you can see
South Africa's brighter day
Out of the jungle
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
So run colored boy, run colored boy
Run colored boy like a hungry tiger
I see the soldier, I hear the revolver
But have no fear, they just freed Mandela
Out of the jungle here we go
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle
I had a vision that all men was free
So run colored boy, run colored boy
Run colored boy from mental slavery yeah
And come with me to the holy city
Where life has conquered death
And we live till eternity
Out of the jungle here we go
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle
Lord, mother, father, teacher south Africa
Soldier, revolver, kill me brother
Kill me sister kakakakakakakaka
Gun fire, dem fire unity Africa, Africa
Victory Mandela
Here we go oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Out of the jungle here we go
Man lives in the light but yet it is darkness
They walk with no legs searching for justice
But justice only comes to those who are just
So don't be fooled by the dollar bill
That says in God we trust
Because trust is of God and not of man
And that's a mystery that
We cannot understand
They play with your mind psychologically
You say you are equal
They say you are a minority
Once a slave, now you free
But they still have your soul in captivity
Lord have mercy
In school they tell your kids
They were descended from monkeys
But in the beginning God made Adam and Eve
Not Adam and a chimpanzee!
So colored people don't forget your culture
Don't be afraid of the vulture
They chase you in the jungle
But don't know you're a tiger
And when the sun burns their skin
You're a dreadlock rasta
So protect yourself and getaway
So that you can see
South Africa's brighter day
Out of the jungle
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we
Oh we oh we oh we oh we oh we