[male
vocals] (
Heavy,
muffled
bass
pulse) (
Deep,
raspy
spoken
word)
Yoh
ayyyy …………………………
It’
s
Caliboy
Mmmh,
your
son,
mother
Zambia (
deep
breath) (
Heavy,
muffled
bass
pulse) (
Subdued,
echoing
piano
chords)
Yeah.
Can
you
hear
the
ground
trembling?
Not
from
progress,
but
from
the
weight
of
our
sins.
Zambia,
look
at
your
reflection.
What
have
we
done?
Mmmmmmmh
Mmmmmmmh (
deep
breath
and
a
sigh)
Eeeish
I
walk
these
streets
and
I
don’
t
recognize
the
ghost
in
the
mirror
Once
a
beacon
of
light,
now
the
shadows
are
drawing
nearer
We
were
the
sanctuary,
the
map
for
the
souls
in
flight
Refugees
found
a
home
beneath
our
peaceful
sky
so
bright
We
held
the
torch
of
democracy
high
in
the
southern
heat
Now
the
rhythm
of
the
city
is
the
sound
of
cold
defeat
It’
s
a
heartbreak,
a
slow-motion
wreck
in
real
time
Watching
a
nation
lose
its
soul
while
we
commit
the
crime
Of
silence,
of
turning
heads
when
the
blood
hits
the
concrete
Used
to
be
love
in
the
air,
now
it’
s
just
the
bitter
and
the
sweet
Of
memories
fading,
replaced
by
the
sirens
and
the
cries
Tell
me,
where
did
the
spirit
go?
Where
did
the
virtue
die?
Mmmmmmmh
Oh
Zambia,
Zambia,
my
country,
what
has
become
of
you?
Once
the
heart
of
the
world,
now
painted
in
a
shade
of
blue
Oh,
my
beloved
nation,
you
were
after
God's
own
heart
Who
tore
the
fabric
of
your
peace
and
ripped
the
seams
apart?
Mmh
Zambia,
Zambia,
who
has
cursed
the
ground
we
tread?
Now
you
find
joy
in
the
silence
of
the
shedding
of
the
red
Oh
Zambia,
Zambia,
my
country,
what
has
become
of
you?
Mmh,
how
did
you
get
here,
eeeish,
how
did
get
to
this
place,
mother
Zambia?
Mmmmmmmh
You
were
the
pride
of
the
region,
the
safest
place
to
rest
your
head
Now
the
soil
is
thirsty,
drinking
up
the
blood
of
the
dead
And
we
watch
it
on
the
screens
like
it’
s
just
another
show
As
if
we’
re
strangers
to
the
pain,
as
if
we
don’
t
even
know
Who
has
bewitched
you,
our
mother?
Who
cast
the
heavy
spell?
Turning
the
garden
that
we
planted
into
a
living
hell
It’
s
a
tragedy,
mmh
a
slow
drift
into
the
dark
unknown
We’
re
losing
everything
we
built,
everything
we
were
known
For,
the
kindness,
the
neighborly
love,
mmh
the
open
door
Now
we’
re
counting
up
the
injured
bodies
on
the
dusty
floor
Is
this
the
progress?
Is
this
the
future
that
we
sold?
Watching
the
silver
turn
to
lead,
watching
the
fire
turn
to
cold
Eeeish
Oh
Zambia,
Zambia,
my
country,
what
has
become
of
you?
Once
the
heart
of
the
world,
now
painted
in
a
shade
of
blue
Oh,
my
beloved
nation,
you
were
after
God's
own
heart
Who
tore
the
fabric
of
your
peace
and
ripped
the
seams
apart?
Mmh
Zambia,
Zambia,
who
has
cursed
the
ground
we
tread?
Now
you
find
joy
in
the
silence
of
the
shedding
of
the
red
Oh
Zambia,
Zambia,
my
country,
what
has
become
of
you?
Mmh,
how
did
you
get
here,
eeeish,
how
did
get
to
this
place,
mother
Zambia?
Mmmmmmmh
Mmmmmmmh
I
cry
for
the
mothers,
I
cry
for
the
ones
who
fell
I
cry
for
the
story
that
we’
re
too
afraid
to
tell
Is
there
a
prayer
left?
Is
there
a
way
to
turn
the
tide?
Or
are
we
just
waiting
for
the
last
of
the
light
to
hide?
We
were
golden,
Zambia,
you
were
the
crown
of
the
sun
Now
look
at
the
damage,
look
at
what
we’
ve
finally
done
Even
the
great
men
of
God,
are
quiet,
like
corpse
frozen
in
the
mortuary,
Though
once
was
loud,
courageous,
and
stood
in
the
face
of
injustice,
and
rebuked
it,
Mmmh,
but
now,
no
voice
from
the
great
altars
which
once
echoed
justice,
echoed
love,
Oh
mother
Zambia,
who
has
bewitched
your
sons
and
daughters,
of
the
altar
and
of
the
pulpit?
They
are
now
eating
and
dinning
with
politicians,
at
the
expense
of
their
call
and
duty,
And
when
time
to
speak,
to
rebuke
injustice
comes,
they
can’
t
speak,
they
are
entangled,
Mmmh,
mother
Zambia,
have
you
seen
what
you
have
done
now?
Mmmmmmmh
Eeeish
Oh
Zambia,
Zambia,
my
country,
what
has
become
of
you?
Once
the
heart
of
the
world,
now
painted
in
a
shade
of
blue
Oh,
my
beloved
nation,
you
were
after
God's
own
heart
Who
tore
the
fabric
of
your
peace
and
ripped
the
seams
apart?
Mmh
Zambia,
Zambia,
who
has
cursed
the
ground
we
tread?
Now
you
find
joy
in
the
silence
of
the
shedding
of
the
red
Oh
Zambia,
Zambia,
my
country,
what
has
become
of
you?
Mmh,
how
did
you
get
here,
eeeish,
how
did
get
to
this
place,
mother
Zambia?
Mmmmmmmh
Mmmmmmmh
Oh
mother
Zambia
Are
we
not
suppose
to
be ‘
one
Zambia
one
nation?’
Yeah,
who
bewitched
you?
Why
have
you
turned
us
into, ‘
one
Zambia
many
nations?’
Who
cast
the
shadow?
I’
m
still
waiting
for
the
morning.
But
the
night
is
so
long,
Zambia.
So
long.
Mmmmmmmh
Mmmmmmmh
ONE
ZAMBIA
ONE
NATION,
ONE
TRIBE,
ONE
PEOPLE!
Yeah,
always
remember
that,
before
you
raise
that
panga,
oh
yes,
before
you
fire
that
gun
Mmmmmmmh
Mmmmmmmh (
Fade
out
with
lonely
piano
notes)