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Yeah yeah
Ohhh ohhh
From the motherland to Mexico
We dey here, we still dey grow
Ọmọ ilẹ, can you hear the drums
From far away, our story come
They tried to hide us in the pages of time
But our footsteps still dey speak, our bloodline still dey shine
From the coast to the hills, from the old to the new
Every road carry memory, every face carry truth
Across the water, through the pain and chains
Still our spirit never die, still we rise again
In the soil of the south, in the heart of the land
We were building with our sweat, with our voice, with our hands
If they don't say our name
We go sing it in the rain
If they try to dim our light
We go burn through the night
Roots across the ocean
Fire in our soul
From Africa to Mexico
We never lost control
A hụrụ m gị n'anya, to the land that gave us home
Mo dúpẹ́ for the journey, though the road was long
We are rhythm, we are memory
We are living history
Yanga stand tall like a cry for the free
A place where broken chains turned to destiny
From the fields to the town, from the hurt to the pride
Our ancestors still dancing in the wind outside
Some in the mirror see the old blood line
In the drums, in the food, in the eyes that shine
Even when the whole world never taught that part
Truth still live forever in the people's heart
No, we never disappeared
We were always standing here
In the language, in the song
In the place where we belong
Roots across the ocean
Fire in our soul
From Africa to Mexico
We never lost control
A hụrụ m gị n'anya, to the land that gave us home
Mo dúpẹ́ for the journey, though the road was long
We are rhythm, we are memory
We are living history
Hear the drumbeat, feel the wave
For the ones who fought and stayed