Prayer of the Ancestors
A song made by BLAKK POT
Prayer of the Ancestors
A song made by BLAKK POT
(Intro - Spoken word over a deep, slow bassline and echoing Nyabinghi drum pattern)
In the name of the fathers, the mothers, the ones who walked before...
We pour the water, we pour the wine, we pour the words upon the earth...
Hear us now, you living, you struggling, you striving...
This is not a curse of hate..., Blakk Pot, this is a prayer of protection.
Let the rhythm carry the truth...
(Verse 1)
We pour libation to the ancient sky
To the spirits who never die
Guide our feet, keep our eyes clear
Banish envy, banish fear
May we never stumble on the rocky road
May we never bear a heavy load of greed
May we never do one evil deed
May the innocent forever be freed
(Chorus)
Oh, ancestors, hear our call
Lift the weak, let the mighty fall
Give us hearts to heal the pain
Shelter in the pouring rain
Feed the hungry, clothe the bare
Show the world that we still care
But for the wicked, the liar, the cheat
May they find no peace beneath their feet
(Verse 2)
We give food to the orphan child
We give comfort to the broken and wild
We house the homeless, we clothe the cold
We share the story that must be told
But pride—oh, pride—we cast it down
No king in rags, no jeweled crown
Just humble hands and honest soul
To make the broken spirit whole
(Chorus)
Oh, ancestors, hear our call
Lift the weak, let the mighty fall
Give us hearts to heal the pain
Shelter in the pouring rain
Feed the hungry, clothe the bare
Show the world that we still care
But for the wicked, the liar, the cheat
May they find no peace beneath their feet
(Verse 3 - More intense, militant rhythm)
We curse the tongue that speaks in lies
We curse the hand that steals the prize
We curse the smile that hides the knife
We curse the love that steals your life
We curse the soul that comes in vain
And brings you nothing but sorrow and chain
May they roam in endless night
Till they learn to walk in light
(Bridge - Slower, deeper, almost chanting)
Not for vengeance, not for pride
But for truth that cannot hide
Ancestors, be our guiding flame
Burn the false, protect the name
Of the poor, the weak, the true
The ones who fight the whole day through
We are Africans, born of stone
We walk this earth, but not alone
(Outro - Spoken word fading with drums and a echoing melodica)
As Africans as we are... our ancestors are our guiding Angels.
So we pour the water... we pour the wine...
We pour the blessing over every nation...
Over every border... over every colour...
May the wicked stumble in their own trap...
But the righteous... the righteous shall walk in fire and not burn.
Jah guide... Jah protect..., Blakk Pot
One love... one heart...
Let the drum speak...
Let the earth shake...
And let the children be free...
(Music fades with a single, resonant drum beat and a whispered echo:
...never stumble... never envy... good heart...)
