I bring you, bring you, my song I sing you
The fire within you, the struggle continue
Let us begin you, we got to win you
The prostitute consume you, still praise the king
You got to be bold and brave, they call you
Settlers, they call you, free slave
Now look at you, with the length of days
Give praise, fire of the bliss
Africa prepare, cause I'm coming home
Black man prepare, cause we going home