Smoke

The smoke is mine, white is the smoke
I offer you the fire, dressed in white robes
The smoke is mine, white is the smoke
I offer you the fire, dressed in white robes
We need to clear the air
So we can talk to the other side
Like oh oh oh oh oh oh
We need to clear the air
So we can walk on the other side
Like oh oh oh oh oh oh
Something deep within me
Something deep within you
All over, needs to purify
From a long time ago, people stolen from their homes
This is how they reason
To those who've passed on by
Her hair is white smoke
Her eyes are white as fire
As she sways to the rhythm of the preacher's cry
Her hair is white smoke
Her eyes are white as fire
As she sways to the rhythm of the preacher's cry
Lega de Ocha, back in the old times
The origin of the Yoruba and the Bantu tribes
Southern Nigeria, Senegal and the Guinea Coast
In 1515, Cuba and Brazil's the host
One tradition is to blow out cigar smoke
Clear the air of bad spirits and bad folk
Touch base with family that's long gone
Reunite and be like "what's going on?"
Check the history, now feel the rhythm
Got your head bobbing to the beat of the skin skin
Bantu Katta cause we setting the free
Like the smoke on the air on a tropical breeze
Get low and prepare for the remedy
My whole squad gets down, we thirsty
We energize and we feeling the pace
Put on your tracksuites like we running a race
We need to clear the air
So we can talk to the other side
Like oh oh oh oh oh oh
We need to clear the air
So we can walk on the other side
Like oh oh oh oh oh oh
Something deep within me
Something deep within you
All over, needs to purify
From a long time ago, people stolen from their homes
This is how they reason
The smoke is mine, white is the smoke
I offer you the fire, dressed in white robes
The smoke is mine, white is the smoke
I offer you the fire, dressed in white robes
The smoke is mine, the smoke is mine
White is the smoke
I offer you the fire, the fire
Dressed in white robes
The smoke is mine
I offer you the fire, the fire, the fire