Текст песни Form 1 - Dee C'rell feat. Richelle Claiborne & Audun Waage

Egypt could not hold me
Papyrus scrolls foretold of my arrival
But the archival nature of ancient tombs
Alerted those who chose to wound me
So I moved on
Greece could not out-think me
I showed them a system of mathematics
That would have kept them frantic in their search
For ways to determine my people's greatness from birth
But I kept the most important formulae in my head
They just tried to prove me wrong instead
So I moved on
Rome could not conquer me
She didn't know that Hannibal was my brother
Ogun my father
Ngombe throwing blade tattooed on my left
Mabo blade on my right
My arms became scythes and slew everyone in my sight
With no one left to fight
I moved on
Spain could not enslave me
I spoke in holy tongues to statues of Mary
While lighting candles in cathedrals
I fed arroz con pollo to the spirits of my defeated Moorish ancestors
To give me strength and them revenge
Then I tied angel wings to the sides of slave ships
And flew my people home, first class
While I moved on
America can't stop me
I'm on the path of self-discovery
Bringing positive mental health, political tenacity
Spiritual voracity
And passing it like peas at the dinner table
My children will be able to understand and to thrive
On the knowledge of what it is to be divine
And no longer need to move on