Song Of The Motherland (feat. Anum Iyapo)

Lyrics for Song Of The Motherland (feat. Anum Iyapo)

Take me, like comforting hands Warm, black, sincere Strong to your case And knowing I am undeniably yours, wipe your tears And knowing I am now your strength, soothe your brow Know every beat, no wrinkle, no 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 failing spirit that the brutalities Endured on our way 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 show me like a song of defiance from The high hill, from the 50th 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 now 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 Cush I am Meroe I Ethiopi I Songhai Ghana Mali I Benin Zimbabwe I al-Kabulian I am Africa I am Africa Take me, with the knowledge that I am undeniably yours