[male
vocals] (
Upbeat
brass
section
kicks
in
with
a
bright,
festive
rhythm)
Yeah,
yeah
This
one
goes
out
to
the
queen
herself
Mama
Yamida,
stand
up
We
celebrate
the
journey
today
Let’
s
go
Early
morning
sun
rising
on
your
special
day
Colors
in
the
garden
dancing
in
a
beautiful
way
You
worked
so
hard
with
the
weight
upon
your
shoulders
low
Building
up
a
legacy
with
seeds
that
you
did
sow
From
the
city
streets
to
the
quiet
of
the
morning
light
You
held
the
flame
steady
even
through
the
darkest
night
Every
sacrifice
you
made
is
etched
in
gold
today
We
honor
all
the
wisdom
that
you
share
along
the
way
Oh,
Mama
Yamida,
happy
blessed
birthday
time
Radiant
and
shining
like
a
spirit
so
divine
Age
with
all
the
Baraka,
grace
in
every
single
stride
We
walk
behind
your
footsteps
with
a
sense
of
honest
pride
Happy
birthday
mama,
let
the
trumpets
sound
your
name
Nothing
in
this
world
can
ever
dull
your
inner
flame
I
remember
lessons
learned
beneath
your
watchful
gaze
Navigating
through
the
hustle
in
a
complicated
maze
You
taught
me
how
to
stand
up
when
the
pressure
starts
to
rise
Saw
the
truth
reflecting
deep
inside
your
tired
eyes
But
today
is
for
the
harvest,
today
is
for
the
gold
Celebrate
the
chapters
of
a
story
yet
untold
Your
hustle
is
the
rhythm
that
has
kept
the
rhythm
true
Everything
we
gather
now
is
owed
to
what
you
do
Oh,
Mama
Yamida,
happy
blessed
birthday
time
Radiant
and
shining
like
a
spirit
so
divine
Age
with
all
the
Baraka,
grace
in
every
single
stride
We
walk
behind
your
footsteps
with
a
sense
of
honest
pride
Happy
birthday
mama,
let
the
trumpets
sound
your
name
Nothing
in
this
world
can
ever
dull
your
inner
flame
So
let
the
table
overflow
with
love
and
gratitude
Change
the
energy
and
shift
the
heavy
altitude
To
heights
of
pure
rejoicing
for
the
life
that
you
have
led
With
blessings
on
your
heart
and
extra
blessings
on
your
head
We
celebrate
the
hustle,
we
celebrate
the
soul
Making
sure
that
every
single
broken
piece
is
whole
Oh,
Mama
Yamida,
happy
blessed
birthday
time
Radiant
and
shining
like
a
spirit
so
divine
Age
with
all
the
Baraka,
grace
in
every
single
stride
We
walk
behind
your
footsteps
with
a
sense
of
honest
pride
Happy
birthday
mama,
let
the
trumpets
sound
your
name
Nothing
in
this
world
can
ever
dull
your
inner
flame
Yeah,
keep
shining
Mama
Yamida
Age
with
Baraka,
beauty
and
power
We
love
you
endlessly
Happy
birthday
to
the
best
one (
Fade
out
with
bright
horns
and
festive
percussion)