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It’s in your power to give permission to move………
The realm of rhythm generated on high
Give rise to heartbeat
Lub Dub Lub Dub Lub Dub
Movement, movement rhythmical
Beat of the African drum lost
Deep in my bones
Fire in the belly and soul
Ain’t no looking back but
To the moon, the stars and
Sun for this kind of
Pure unadulterated fun.
Bow down to the kingdom of wealth
Where ancestor’s spirit flows
Binding power, nature and land
Settlers.
This movement caught you
Sweating over and over dripping
On the floor
Perfecting inner gleam.
