I heard this story once, about this little kid
That liked to wonder
He was Always dreaming about going overseas
Life outside his little village in Rwanda
Well the days turned to night
Then the boy took a flight
To the city where dreams come true
Everything's brand new
Were the cops don't shoot
And the rents never due
If he only ever knew
In africa
We got more love than America
Oh in africa
We don't see race like America
And In africa
Black men and women are free
Oh in africa
We are nothing like America
Oh I heard a story about this young boy
With a big voice
Do it for the city of hills by choice
Sending y'all hits never by force
Do it from a distance
Taking my time, I do it my way
I see all the strides, that you making these days
(There's plenty)
Let's Show them the way that Africa is greater
(So much better now)
Cause gone are days when we leaving at war
These are the times when we deserve more
In africa
We got more love than America
Oh in africa
We don't see race like America
And In africa
Black men and women are free
Oh in africa
We are nothing like America
In africa
We got more love than America
Oh in africa
We don't see race like America
And In africa
Black men and women are free
Oh in africa
We are nothing like America