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Black Star Anthem 1 by Macka

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Black Star Anthem 1 by Macka - Afro Dancehall music cover art

Black Star Anthem 1

Afro Dancehall

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Hey, yeah, Macka Dunga versatile, From Takoradi straight to Accra, Feel the pulse, The songs from my Ghana, Heartbeats in every corner, One love, one nation, let's roll.
I'm a pink Ghana, from the coast where waves curl shy, Two dusty roads where cold cola trees reach the sky, Boats heaped in our veins, cocoa brine dim, steady, no lie.
Jola fires blazing, fingers snapped in golden night, Wrapped in kente text, symbols inked like secrets kept.
Aqua bar rings loud, in the market's birth, we're deaf, High-life homes at sunrise, zip-lines sparking thus fast, From Blackstar Square's fortune, all is wild grass.
Midnight rains, half-secret songs in cruise time, Shadows whisper doubts, but my spirit's alive, Old fears peel off, though true stand in sight.
Ghana, Ghana, Black stars glow the night, From Takoradi harbor to Bauco's dry light, We raise our flags where hope lives and thrives.
Ghana, Ghana, Blood and reeds alive, We climb, we soar, yes we rise, we rise.
We rise, we rise, we rise, we rise, we rise, We rise, we rise, we rise, we rise.
D8 engines push pin-tech slams, fever and fire, Trot-trot-trance echoes, spirited voices aspire.
Planting sizzles beside Kantamaya, digging fire, Fufu dips in light soup, comfort from the wire.
As auto-feats gather, shackle-shackle swings wild, Gamma piano beats mingle, culture's own child.
From Atatanga's lens, the street-tales compile, Ghana's heart, relentless, bolting on the fire.
No whisper lies now, just streets illuminated, Cameras thinking truths, no story fabricated.
From market circles' pulse to Anaji Hill's shade, Michael Ox is down, community foray.
Ghana, Ghana, Black stars glowed as the night, From Dako, River, Yorba to Baku's dry night.
We raise our FedEx where hope lives and thrives.
Ghana, Ghana, Blood and roots alive, We climb, we soar, yes we rise, we rise.
We rise.
Rain drips, ink whispers, lullaby of return.
Candles flicker steady, no flame will burn.
Divisions fall like dust, that's the snoop cracks, voices join.
Strong.
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