I took a walk one day
upon jamaica land
all my senses were into
my ancestors were clearly in a view
grandpa he led the way
grandma I held her hand
and as we walk along
she pointed out to me
that old hanging tree
we were taken
from africa land
in shakles and chains
we worked this land
under the pain of slavemasters' hand
one day my son you'll be a man
never forget where you comin' from (Africa)
and as we walked along
grandpa he took my hand
and he showed me the place
where slavemaster met his end
we were taken from Africa shore
by the hands of the wicked
let dem be no more
in shakles and chains
we worked this ya land
under the pain of slavemasters' hand
one day my son you'll be a man
never forget where you comin' from (Africa)
in shakles and chains
we worked this Jamaican land
under the pain of slavemasters' hand
let dem be no more
let dem be no more
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