lament
Some 80,000 years ago I crawled my way out of the heart of Africa.
What drove me north I don't recall, some of you went east or stayed put.
I learned to stand in the bosom of the fertile crescent, before struttin' into prehistoric Europe.
Was doin' my thing millennia before Christ.
What drove me north I don't recall, some of you went east or stayed put.
I learned to stand in the bosom of the fertile crescent, before struttin' into prehistoric Europe.
Was doin' my thing millennia before Christ.