FOR ALL BLACK MUSICIANS

Early in the morning the sun rises

The tiredness of yesterday is gone

My mind is now ready for a new tune

My lips are eager to say it out

THE GATES OF ZION ARE OPEN

Black people wake up from your slumber

The curse has seven years gone by

Our Maker is now waiting for us

To love, Unite and be one

Africa mother land is calling

Come home my children, come home

To many lands you are scattered

Your children need to know their name,

Their language, their clothes, their food

Our ancestors are all saddened by the continuous mistakes we make

The time has come when we must know our past

Our future must be planned and be carefully monitored

That none again can make us their slaves

Many will say that the days of chains are over

But a bigger chain has taken ove

The chains of coins they now take to hold us

And drugs sometimes the key to keep us confused