The Drum (Africa To America)

We Are The Drum By Sounds of Blackness In the beginning was the beat And the beat is the rhythm of God And the rhythm of God Is the harmony of humanity And where there is harmony, There is peace. We are the drum We are the drum From Africa to America We are the drum Teach! We are the drum, From the beginning of the mother We are civilization during the dark ages We are kings and queens With lands that stretch from ocean to ocean As the mighty Nile flows south Where Eve is called Lucy Northward to Egypt Where Moses went down to the get down From the south to the north Yeah, movin' up the right way. We are all that. And across the history Of this vast continent of countries, The drum speaks. We are the drum We are the drum From Africa to America We are the drum Uh, on one Uh, on the drum Uh, on the one Come on come on come on! We are the drum. Taken from the mother in shackles. Beat down in the new Babylon Called America Where chaos, confusion and hatred reign supreme But the rhythm The rhythm plants the seeds of freedom So we overcome with the rhythm The drum speaks The rhythm is my heart and my freedom Will you give up your rhythm? No! The rhythm is my heart and my freedom. Will you let go of the beat? No! The rhythm is my heart and my freedom? Come on, selling your soul?! No! The rhythm is my heart and my freedom. Can ya stop playing your drum? No! No! We are the drum. In the beginning was the beat of the drum Which began in the beginning to beat freedom. Oh freedom! Oh freedom Oh freedom Oh freedom Oh freedom (Faze out)