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This song need revising dedicated to my sister Sue when she was single, met a guy name Dee from Africa. He spoke if blue diamonds. First time learning about blue diamonds and injustice. How they view Christians in some parts.                                                                                                                                                                      

Swahii language
Mimi: Singular, first-person pronoun meaning "I".
Sisi: Plural, first-person pronoun meaning "we".
Zuri: An adjective meaning "good" or "well".

Lyrics:

                                                  
I was doing nothing I thought of you while I was keeping my skills together like the doctor ask.
 
 
I thought about your time in Africa
 
 
Zuri Zuri That Boy Africa
by sister sheryl
 
 
Zuri Zuri Zuri Africa
Zuri Zuri Zuri Africa
 
The world is a jungle
Everyone is so wild and free
It's  not a tunnel but a safari
A party just for me
I like that zulu warrior
He  built muscular altogether
He said his name was Adam
I was his Eve
 I am his cherry
He is so legendary
We in Africa where the world started
The time after Eden was destroy
Your the only boy I wrap my heart around him
So we never apart
 
 
Chorus: That boy so good from Africa
Dark skin tan tone so beautiful
I like it when he play his drums
That boy so Africa That boy an American
At night when we all alone he whisper Swahili
I love the way he play that saxophone
That boy so Africa That boy a crazy American
A secret treasure of blue diamonds
He is fresh air of oxygen
I love that boy from Africa
 
He so Africa... zuri .. zuri...zuri... Africa... Zuri zuri zuri.. Africa
 
 
He sent African violets in February
It was our year anniversary
He is a lion to kill
I do whatever I will
He is my lover tiger mascline
He is inferior because you don't understand his honesty
My heart cries out sympathy
That man kisses is secrecy symphony
African lover you are hot flashes in dessert spring
I am not regreeting to wear his ring
There a lot to rediscover in Africa
I hide the animal in him so you will never be discover
He is a ghetto
At the end he is amoretto
 
 
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Bridge
 
This is a story of a queen
My sister loved her king
She laid in her bed a queen Florentine
 He was an angel still searching for his wings
She dreamed the same thing for me
 
Mimi... Sisi...I . We.. Mimi... Sisi.. We.. I .. We..
Africa .. zuri zuri zuri.. Africa.. zuri zuri zuri.. Africa
 
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