Yesteryears filled with void bosoms and dire wrath
From the blood-thirsty, trigger-happy, cut-throats
Who forever made their duty to see a Black man suffer?
Shall blind me but not in my untainted vision
O’ a prosperous Africa, our beautiful mother continent

Lachrymosity ridden minds o’ different kinds
Ejaculating speeches in dialects o’ confusion and doubt
Confused of whether our future, like skillfully cut and polished gemstones,
it shines bright
Or like an oily feather, it is but gradually sinking
In the deep dark lake of bad governance

Ill thoughts, big naughts, wars fought, blood shed
the evil one, Old Boogie glorified throught the acts o’ insanity, led
By greed for riches and power, making lachryma
Be a song that has grown to be so familiar,
As nations collide, clash and leave millions deceased
Owing to civil wars originating from the laciniated seed o’ greed

Africa awake and with both hands, Yah’s benedictions receive,
Africa lurch not and painfully fall, Yah’s wisdom will never deceive
Africa take charge as the motherland
Set a stealthy example to the rest of the world,
Africa belch no speeches thorny to others
Let all wars come to an abrupt end,
Let the evil be sad and Yah be glad

Holy Lion o’ Israel, be of aid to us!!
Holy Lion o’ Israel, be of aid to us!!

Let our minds be filled with optimism enough to aid us curb crimes,
Animosity be gone! Let love and kindness fill our hearts,
So as for us dwellers o’ this beautiful, majestic continent
Be filled with bliss, togetherness, prosperity and be content.
The foe be nefariously whacked and defeated
And the long, sad and thorny history o’ ours be but not repeated,
Allowing us not to write our injuries in marble and kindness in dust,
But display unity and tranquility while simultaneously,
We reconcile with our Most High, Yah