Song of the Motherland (feat. Anum Iyapo)

Take me

Like comforting hands

Warm

Black

Sincere

Strung to your face

Unknowing I am undeniably yours

Wipe your tears

Unknowing I am

Know your strengths

Soothe your brow

Know every bead

Know wrinkle

Know sweat

Know me

I am Black soul

Take me

Use me like an ointment I shall pour over your wounds

The wounds of the flesh and the wounds of the mind

The slow-healing wounds of Babylon terrible torture

Use me

I am not magic

Not a miracle

But I bring determination

I focus your consciousness onto our goal

I motivate your unrelenting struggle

I energize the feeling spirit that the brutalities endured

And oh we will not have been in vain

Believe in me

I am Blackness

I am identity

Take me

With the joy of knowing that I was always there

At your side

In your heart

And shout me like a song of defiance from the high hill

From the fiftieth balcony

Amplify me to uncountable wattage

Make Babylon tremble, for I shall not be denied

Study me

I am Black history

I am your culture

Know me

For I am your future

I water the flower of your past

I was your song of unity, but know that you are far-flung

You are withered and dismembered, but you shall bloom again

You are not denied

For I am still your song of unity, and I am on the horizon of that far look in your eye

I am Chem

I am Kusha

I am Miroway

I Ethiope

I Sengaya

Ghana

Mali

I Benin…mongodb

Zimbabwe

I Alkebulana

I am Africa, I am Africa

Take me

With the knowledge that I am undeniably yours