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Song of the Motherland
Shabaka Hutchings
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Anum Iyapo
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Take me, like comforting hands
Warm, black, sincere
Strong to your case
And knowing I am undeniably yours, wipe your tears
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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
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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
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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
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