[male
vocals] (
Vinyl
crackle,
distant
piano
melody,
moody
upright
bass)
Yeah.
It’
s
a
heavy
heart
today.
Looking
at
the
land,
looking
at
the
struggle.
Listen
close,
it’
s
a
message
for
the
leaders,
And
for
the
people
who
still
believe.
I
see
the
shadows
stretching
long
across
the
Zambian
plains,
My
spirit’
s
heavy
with
the
weight
of
these
invisible
chains.
We
fought
for
independence,
blood
on
the
soil
of
the
motherland,
But
now
the
vultures
circle,
trying
to
force
our
hand.
Apostle
Shepherd
Charles
Mubanga
with
the
truth
on
the
mic,
We
don’
t
need
the
UN
or
the
EU
trying
to
dim
our
light.
They
speak
of
democracy
like
it’
s
a
leash
for
the
free,
Trying
to
dictate
the
vision
of
how
we’
re
supposed
to
be.
We
built
this
foundation
with
the
sweat
of
our
forefathers'
brow,
We
don’
t
need
Western
whispers
telling
us
what
to
do
right
now.
Oh,
Zambia,
stand
tall,
keep
your
head
to
the
sky,
We
don’
t
need
the
outsiders
telling
us
the
reasons
why.
Leave
Africa
alone,
let
our
leaders
find
their
way,
We
don’
t
want
the
global
masters
ruling
over
our
day.
It’
s
our
home,
our
choice,
our
sovereign
right
to
breathe,
We
don’
t
need
the
foreign
puppet
strings
underneath.
Hakainde
Hichilema,
the
path
is
yours
to
lead,
But
keep
your
ears
away
from
the
ones
who
plant
the
divide
seed.
They
call
it
aid,
they
call
it
guidance,
but
it
tastes
like
control,
Taking
the
fire
from
the
youth
and
the
peace
from
our
soul.
Europe,
take
care
of
your
house,
there’
s
plenty
to
mend,
Don’
t
come
to
our
borders
acting
like
a
self-appointed
friend.
We
are
tired
of
the
condescension,
tired
of
the
games,
Refusing
to
be
another
file
in
your
political
frames.
It’
s
not
just
Zambia,
it’
s
the
whole
of
the
continent,
We’
ve
had
enough
of
the
interference
and
the
broken
settlement.
Oh,
Zambia,
stand
tall,
keep
your
head
to
the
sky,
We
don’
t
need
the
outsiders
telling
us
the
reasons
why.
Leave
Africa
alone,
let
our
leaders
find
their
way,
We
don’
t
want
the
global
masters
ruling
over
our
day.
It’
s
our
home,
our
choice,
our
sovereign
right
to
breathe,
We
don’
t
need
the
foreign
puppet
strings
underneath.
Can
you
feel
the
pulse?
The
heartbeat
of
the
earth?
It’
s
calling
for
the
honor
of
our
dignity
and
worth.
We
don’
t
want
your
cronies
masked
in
the
name
of
the
law,
We’
ve
seen
the
way
you
operate,
we’
ve
seen
the
hidden
flaw.
From
Lusaka
to
the
coast,
let
the
message
ring
loud,
We
are
walking
with
our
ancestors,
standing
tall
and
proud.
This
ain't
about
hate,
it’
s
about
the
right
to
exist,
To
manage
our
own
house
without
a
list
you
insist.
We
remember
the
struggle,
the
heroes
who
died
for
the
gate,
We
won’
t
let
the
international
powers
dictate
our
fate.
True
freedom
is
internal,
it’
s
the
power
to
choose,
We’
ve
got
nothing
left
to
offer,
and
nothing
left
to
lose,
Except
our
pride,
our
identity,
and
the
land
that
we
hold,
Worth
more
than
the
paper
promises
that
you’
ve
ever
sold.
Oh,
Zambia,
stand
tall,
keep
your
head
to
the
sky,
We
don’
t
need
the
outsiders
telling
us
the
reasons
why.
Leave
Africa
alone,
let
our
leaders
find
their
way,
We
don’
t
want
the
global
masters
ruling
over
our
day.
It’
s
our
home,
our
choice,
our
sovereign
right
to
breathe,
We
don’
t
need
the
foreign
puppet
strings
underneath.
Leave
Africa
alone.
Let
us
build
our
own
future.
Zambia,
stand
up.
True
independence.
For
the
future
generations. (
Fade
out
with
dusty
soul
sample
and
steady
kick
drum)