Beneath mountain of doubt
We be singing de song of father
World remain safe
Cry out newborn minds
How de rain be falling on us
Blood wash away from oppressors’
De hands of de trouble in evening
Since de arrival de cargo me
Father me mother of old land
To de block they place me
In de slums people remain
Ra of yester-year ancestors
De proud Sankofa of de greatness
Be alive moving to de sun
Darker black an de night
Our song ride in de winds
Voice of de elder story in de heart
Listen hear de crying of lost time
Whole nation in de water
Our drink from de cup of life
Taste de same now as then
Mother gave bread of life
Milk of forever
Meat for de soul journey
De thanks give by doing good
By de brother and de sister
All de children of Africa’s womb
Birth during de pain of de roots
De middle passage
De trail of blood feed tastes other needs
Long time de coming end over here
De people here now lost nothing de same
De seeds grow in de hostile grounds
De killing and de hanging tree
Moaning de survival as de fruit fall
Far from life lost In de dry dirt
De Marcus Garvey took hold
De Malcolm X told de way
Some of de many seeds
That took hold in de mind
De land of de children
Grow toward de sun reach up
Beyond de sky no end or start
De African people in de root
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