Our tribe of black nation
Struggled in our sensation
The eyes blinded by the mist
In the motherland of our forefathers
As we fail our black tribe
We’re supposed to be living in unity
But we’re so dislocated in our spirit
Tension in our tribes
Makes one not to see their roots

The land of the tribe has fallen
Taking one for granted and being fooled
I call upon the angels to bring back the tribe
Giving back the power of new rules
Because the black tribe conquers
With the strong weapons of mind
Let us come together and bind
Whenever there’s a full tribe we will find the light
The light of prosperity, the light of helping one another
This strong tribe is still there to fight