Katja Werker:The Streets Of Africa

I saw those faces on the screen
many black men on a road in Africa
I knew: this had something to do with me

the earth was soaked and so was I
many black men on a road in Africa
they had no food just to be thankful
to be alive

and the rain poured down for months
one man wrote IN GOD WE TRUST onto the back of a truck
oh IN GOD WE TRUST onto the back of a truck

and we in our country, cold white country
getting bored with almost everything
we are the reason of their twisted seasons
yeah, we are responsible

that the rain poured down for months
one man wrote IN GOD WE TRUST onto the back of a truck
oh IN GOD WE TRUST onto the back of a truck

oh I grew up without mother's love
she had no love though she told me she would have
and it took me 28 years to open up my mouth
appreciate pride without hate
I grew up and all the time
she stopped my mouth with everything
that we had to less, we stole away
from down there in the south

on the streets of Africa
and the rain poured down for months
one man wrote IN GOD WE TRUST onto the back of a truck
oh IN GOD WE TRUST onto the back of a fifty-years-old-truck