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Ah, ahh

Ma people yeh, my people yeah yeh

Ma people yeah yeh

We were not supposed to bleed again

Our cloths was torn again and again

We’re suppose to jump not sit on the fence

Don’t worry I will be right by you

I promise I will do right by you

I took a trip to the pause a time for you

But they pack our people in a dungeon and yet

Separate us from our family, am I correct

Drive us back to back and like we bomboclat

Everything now you see we dey build by us

But they won’t tell the truth

But still they are still biases

Come to take back our chalk with an empire

Turn our old world and build new nation

My stronger people form your lane

Form your lean form your lane

It’s time to move in to your place

To your place it is your place

My stronger people form your lane

Form your lean form your lane

It’s time to move in for our place

But before we blaze…

We pour libation

Honor where we come from

All this while we praying

God will bless our days

All our days

We pour libation

Honor where we come from

All this while we praying

God will bless our days

All our days

Tweadiapon Kwame, ԑwiԑ

Nyԑ ↄno anka, ԑwiԑ

Anka yԑ nni nkwa, ԑwiԑ

Nti yԑ bↄ wo abaso, ԑwiԑ

Sagyefo Kwame, ԑwiԑ

Wo ԑto wo ho ama, ԑwiԑ

Africaman ba, ԑwiԑ

Nti yԑ bↄ wo abaso, ԑwiԑ

Nana Yaa Asantewaa, ԑwiԑ

Wo ayԑ bi ama, ԑwiԑ

Ↄbaa kentinka, ԑwiԑ

Ndԑ yԑ bↄ wo abaso, ԑwiԑ

Ɛbibiman nyana, ԑwiԑ

Yԑ mma yԑ homireso, ԑwiԑ

Yԑn yԑ ya famu deԑ, ԑwiԑ

Na nananom bↄ yԑ homireso

You stole ma pride when you took my name

But you never off my flame

I see the light from the once who came [light, light]

So now we on our way

So, you better get of my way

So now we running every docking is a dump right yet

You so don’t worry this is a struggle but we strong lion

Never would we let them trade us for some gun powder

Holy spirit of the great, will lend our power

Komfo Anokye will my sword you can’t take me out

Yaa Asantewaa will my voice, you no make me shout

Osan Mosa* will my power I go make you bow

Salute the real ones, loo the que gun**

My stronger people form your lane

Form your lean form your lane

It’s time to move in to your place

To your place it is your place

My stronger people form your lane

Form your lean form your lane

It’s time to move in for our place

But before we blaze…

We pour libation

Honor where we come from

All this while we praying

God will bless our days

All our days

We pour libation

Honor where we come from

All this while we praying

God will bless our days

All our days

Tweadiapon Kwame, ԑwiԑ

Nyԑ ↄno anka, ԑwiԑ

Anka yԑ nni nkwa, ԑwiԑ

Nti yԑ bↄ wo abaso, ԑwiԑ

Sagyefo Kwame, ԑwiԑ

Wo ԑto wo ho ama, ԑwiԑ

Africaman ba, ԑwiԑ

Nti yԑ bↄ wo abaso, ԑwiԑ

Nana Yaa Asantewaa, ԑwiԑ

Wo ayԑ bi ama, ԑwiԑ

Ↄbaa kentinka, ԑwiԑ

Ndԑ yԑ bↄ wo abaso, ԑwiԑ

Ɛbibiman nyana, ԑwiԑ

Yԑ mma yԑ homireso, ԑwiԑ

Yԑn yԑ ya famu deԑ, ԑwiԑ

Na nananom bↄ yԑ abaso

So important that we keep our history

Pouring libation is almost like recognizing the people who come before us we appreciate them

Because if we don’t recognize what happened in the past, we will continue to make the same mistakes

You know as Marcos Garden said the “people without knowledge of their past history, origin and culture; is like a tree without roots”.

You hear me, so let’s pour some wine down

To all the people that comes before us

It’s Fuse