歌詞

Bare feet dust on the red dry ground

Ancient rhythm in a low drum sound

Hips draw circles in the heat

Earth rise heavy under my feet

Braids tight, sweat on skin

Sunset fire from deep within

I don’t rush what the night unfold

I move like stories old

Palm to drum, let it answer back

Spine roll slow with the clap-clap-clap

No soft glow, no polite grace

Just that pulse I can’t replace

If it speak, it speak in skin

Under ribs, deep within

No crown gold, no throne high

Just that rhythm that never die

Hold that one — let it pound

Let it circle round and round

Let it drop low to the floor

That’s the woman at her core

Stay on one — don’t break the chain

Feel that fire in your veins

If it burn just a little strong

That’s where you belong

Midnight moon on copper skin

Quiet smile but a lion within

I been drought, I been rain

I been pleasure, I been pain

You want shine? I want root

Feet in dirt, fruit in fruit

Beauty rise where the scars still sing

Where the deep drums ring

No borrowed name, no borrowed throne

This my rhythm, this my bone

I don’t bend when the wind get loud

I move like thunder cloud

If I step, it shake the sand

If I speak, you understand

Every scar got rhythm tone

This my zone

Hold that drum — let it breathe

Let it sweat down my sleeve

If it shake but don’t fall

That’s the call

No small talk — just flame

Slow grind, no shame

Let it cook in the night air

That’s the power I wear

I don’t chase a polished crown

I like dust when it settle down

I like truth in a crooked line

Wild heart, still divine

You can’t fake that ancestral sound

That low chant from the ground

When the drum hit chest and spine

That’s mine

Drag it deep in the sand

Feel the pulse in your hand

No spotlight, no throne

Just the rhythm alone

Two hips slow, one heart beat

Let the circle stay complete

If it linger when it’s done

That’s the mother, that’s the sun

Hey!

Bring the drum!

On the one!

No disguise, no mask

Let the ancestors ask

If it run through your spine

You already in line

Last beat — let it fall

No explaining at all

If it echo when it’s gone

That’s the song

Mm…

Let it roll…

Leave the dust…

Leave the fire…

Yeah…