Roots in the Mirror (Remix)
A song made by African Boy
Roots in the Mirror (Remix)
A song made by African Boy
(Ayy, yoh)
Yeah, we lookin' for the spark
Sometimes the mirror don't show the real part
Listen closely now
I'm walkin' through the city, Lusaka streets so wide
But check the rhythm in the way we move inside
They tell us modernize, leave the old ways in the dust
But every time I look back, it’s the heritage I trust
We trade the wisdom for a shiny metal frame
Calling it progress, but it don't feel the same
Is it growth if we lose the heartbeat of the land?
Or just a copy of a dream we didn't plan?
Oh, we searching for the roots in the mirror
Trying to make the image a little bit clearer
They call it modern, they call it the light
But I’m reclaiming my soul in the middle of the night
Yeah, we rise, but we don't forget the way
Keeping our identity in the sun of the day
Used to hear the stories by the fire in the dark
Now we trade the embers for a neon-colored spark
They say the old ways are heavy, they say they're slow
But that's the very ground where the best of us grow
No wahala, I see the change, it's plain to see
But I’m holding on to the truth of who we be
If we polish the glass and we wash away the gold
We're just telling stories that were already told
Oh, we searching for the roots in the mirror
Trying to make the image a little bit clearer
They call it modern, they call it the light
But I’m reclaiming my soul in the middle of the night
Yeah, we rise, but we don't forget the way
Keeping our identity in the sun of the day
It’s not about the past, it’s about the soul we keep
While the rest of the world is falling fast asleep
Carry the rhythm, carry the beat, carry the pride
There’s nowhere for the truth of the culture to hide
(Ayy, yoh, natotela)
So let the modern dance with the rhythm of the drum
We’re building a future for the ones who gonna come
Not lost in translation, not lost in the scene
We're living out the vision of a beautiful dream
Look in the mirror, tell me what you see?
A soul that's rooted, wild, and perfectly free
Oh, we searching for the roots in the mirror
Trying to make the image a little bit clearer
They call it modern, they call it the light
But I’m reclaiming my soul in the middle of the night
Yeah, we rise, but we don't forget the way
Keeping our identity in the sun of the day
Yeah, we rise
Keeping our identity
From the Copperbelt to the world
Ayy, yoh
We know who we are.
