Motherland

Dust on my shoes Red clay Bright sun Kids chase the taxis Day just begun Vendor sings soft Smoke from the pans Spices in air Drum in my hands Grandma just laughs Says “Feel where you stand” Pulse in the ground Calling the band That’s the groove of Africa In your heartbeat In your feet From the coast to the savannah Every cousin Every street We don’t learn it We remember Every clap and every chant That’s the groove of Africa Let it move what fear can’t Church doors are open Choir off-key Still it sounds perfect Still it sounds free Taxi man tapping Thumb on the wheel Even the traffic Got something to feel That’s the groove of Africa In your heartbeat In your feet From the coast to the savannah Every cousin Every street We don’t learn it We remember Every clap and every chant That’s the groove of Africa Let it move what fear can’t Name one place Where silence lives here Even at night You hear us near Laughter like thunder Feet in the sand History passing Right through your hands (oh) That’s the groove of Africa In your heartbeat In your feet From the coast to the savannah Every cousin Every street We don’t learn it We remember Every clap and every chant That’s the groove of Africa Let it move what fear can’t Track from the album "Culture Clash"