Let the ogene sound, and beat the gong aloud
Our future has arrived!
Let the dancers stomp in victory;
We are the conquerors
Nmamanu ooo!
We are the children of Afrik
The chosen ones
Let our skin reflect our rich heritage
we shook hands with the devil and he mastered us
we washed our hands with blood now we are brand new
we have been avenged!
Oh the peace I feel when he wraps his arms around me
The fluttering of wings in my defense,
Glory
Normally we would cry and beg we our Chi to intervene
but these days we can’t control how they respond.
They came for us, broke our cord, and had us baptized.
They destroyed our roots, marinated us in confusion
Magnified the difference in appearance;
We mirrored their reflection
Ever since we conquered the fear of death, we’re on a glorious journey.
Hopefully we make it on time to the throne.
The one who engineered it all.
My catastrophes his perfect planning.
He drew this landscape on my body.
I’m ever naked before him.
Thorns have been molded into a crown for me.
I’m living in the Glory
Religion didn’t bring me this far, love did.
I’m sure my membership card is torn already.
How brilliant are the sermon of truth? Bless you.
Oh the glory that shields us, Amen.
There is no comparison to this feeling.
I too flee when the holy water come upon me
With each birth mark comes a revelation
My African hips and thick thighs a glory to behold.
Kings are waiting for a glimpse.
The thunder won’t break until I speak
The je ne sais quoi radiation. Amen.
They children we birth and they ones we nursed
Scattered across the world
I feel nothing but joy
My restless spirit finally at peace
Who knew we would see this day
And call it yesterday by tomorrow
Oh the wax easily come off
But I’m still molding life
With nothing but joy and gladness