Roots Reply

[Verse 1]
Djembe says, “Wake up!”—the talking drum replies,
Deep in my chest, that old rhythm rises.
Ghana in the heartbeat, bass down low,
Roots hold firm wherever we go.

[Chorus]
Roots in my feet, fire in my soul,
Heavy bass rolling, steady and whole.
Strum that guitar, let the raga voice ride—
One drum, one people, moving as one tide.

[Verse 2]
Sun on the skin and dust on the road,
Every hand answers the rhythm’s call.
No need for a crown, no need for gold—
We’ve got the drum and the roots of it all.

[Bridge]
Let the talking drum carry our names,
Let the bassline rumble through the chains.
From the village square to the city’s beat,
We lift up the song, we lift up our feet.

[Outro]
Djembe speaks, and the roots reply—
We keep that rhythm alive.