Group 3 – Second Prize
My Life in Africa
By Joshua Collin-Pereira
Yo, Yo, Yo I come from Africa
There’s some bad stuff going on in my country, dawg
I wish the government can just leave us alone
I was all dressed ready for school but I keep
forgetting that there is no school
Ah man, Ah man, Ah man
I was really thirsty, I was trying to find some clean
water, but all I can find is dirty water Yuck, Yuck, Yuck
I was really hungry, I got my cash but I keep
forgetting there’s no MC, MC, McDonald’s or Pizza
Nova, Nova, Nova
So I grabbed my weapons and started heading out, out, out
Then when I came back to my hut, I was tortured
and beaten, beaten, beaten
I jumped on a plane and headed for the Great
White North of Canada where there is good, water
and freedom, freedom, freedom
I now go to school at Cardinal Newman Newman,
Newman but I still get beaten down, beaten down,
beaten down by Mrs. Taylor – she’s funny as a hyena
in my hometown, hometown, hometown
So now that you know about my life in Africa, the
good, the bad and the ugly I’m glad to share my
rapping poem with you as Canada is always there for you, you, you.