I can hear the voices of the ancestors cries,
I can see the hopeful tears in their eyes
as their prayers rise to the skies
I can hear them saying,
Chains won't last forever O my future seeds
We are your history whom died, suffered,
and did bleed for our race
We won't honor anybody with shame in their face
because they are black
We've lived and died long ago
But such a person keeps throwing these sacks
on our backs
From our former foe
We are the roots of the brave and strong
Though our skin has vanished
Our bones hum the tunes of
a thousand mighty songs
Listen to the voices of the strong cries
Look at the resolute stare in our eyes
We stir the angels in the skies
Our brave spirit never dies
