(Heavy, slow bass pulse)
(Deep sigh)
Yeah.
Listen.
It’s cold out here, Bwana Jemwa.
Can you hear the spirit moving?
Yeah, let’s talk.
Look at the world, tell me how it make sense
The struggle is heavy, yeah, I’m sitting on the fence
I see the ones who never cracked a single book
Living in the mansions, yeah, that’s just how they took
They thrive in the shadows, they climb up the wall
While the ones with the degrees are waiting for the call
It’s a cycle of pain, education turned to dust
In a system so broken, tell me who can we trust?
I’m grinding every day, yeah, I’m paying every due
But the path ahead of me is blocked by the view
Of those who move fast, skipping all the hard lines
Leaving us behind in these hollowed-out times.
Bwana Jemwa, your son is crying out tonight
Looking for the truth in the middle of the fight
Father God, come down, save us from the sea
Of the devil’s design, bring us back to be free
Yeah, Bwana Jemwa, can you hear the spirit plead?
In this garden of thorns, we’re the ones who bleed.
I’m tired of the race, tired of the fake smiles
Walking through the desert for a thousand long miles
The educated brothers, we’re suffering in silence
Trying to stay calm in the face of the violence
Of poverty, of hunger, of dreams getting smaller
While the illiterate kings, they’re getting much taller
It don’t match the plan, it don’t match the design
How the wicked get the gold and the righteous get the wine
That’s soured, fermented by the tears on the floor
I’m knocking on your heavens, praying for the door
To open just a crack, let the light filter through
Before the devil takes it all, yeah, I’m looking to you.
Bwana Jemwa, your son is crying out tonight
Looking for the truth in the middle of the fight
Father God, come down, save us from the sea
Of the devil’s design, bring us back to be free
Yeah, Bwana Jemwa, can you hear the spirit plead?
In this garden of thorns, we’re the ones who bleed.
Can you see the sorrow? Can you feel the weight?
I’m standing at the altar, I’m challenging the fate
Don’t let us fall, don’t let the darkness win
Forgive the world for all the places we have been
Bwana Jemwa, I need a sign, I need a breath
To keep us from the grip of this slow-motion death.
So I put it on the track, let the rhythm tell the tale
If I don’t say it now, then the mission will fail
We’re crying for the future, we’re crying for the soul
Trying to find the pieces that will make us feel whole
But the world keeps spinning, indifferent and cold
Selling out our spirit for a pocket of gold
Save us, Bwana Jemwa, before the night is done
Save us from the shadows, every mother, every son.
Bwana Jemwa, your son is crying out tonight
Looking for the truth in the middle of the fight
Father God, come down, save us from the sea
Of the devil’s design, bring us back to be free
Yeah, Bwana Jemwa, can you hear the spirit plead?
In this garden of thorns, we’re the ones who bleed.
Yeah.
Just listen to the cry.
Bwana Jemwa.
Are you there?
Father God, don’t leave us now.
(Slow fade out)
Keep us safe.
Amen.