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Rise With Me 2 by Bryan

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Rise With Me 2

World Music,male vocals

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Brothers and sisters… the humble, the young, the old…
I do not come with riches or titles.
I come only with truth, and the courage to speak it.
For too long we have been given little, while others take much.
For too long, we have been told we are free, while still walking in chains.
They say they serve us.
But when we bleed on the roadside… they ask for a card, not our name.
When we are hungry… they give us promises, not bread.
When we cry for justice… they hand us silence.
Is this love?
Is this freedom?
No, my people… it is deception.
[Pause – let silence breathe]
Nelson Mandela once said:
“Never, never, and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will experience the oppression of one by another.”
Yet today, we still feel the weight—
not from strangers, but from our own.
Steve Biko said:
“The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.”
And they still chain our minds… with tricks, false hope, and dreams never meant to come true.
Thomas Sankara told us:
“He who feeds you controls you.”
And what do they feed us? Just enough to keep us alive,
but never enough to set us free.
But hear me now…
We will not rise with anger.
We will not burn what is ours.
We will rise with truth.
We will rise with dignity.
We will rise with the might of God.
Martin Luther King Jr. said:
“A man who won’t die for something is not fit to live.”
And I am ready…
ready to give all,
so that our children may dream again.
My people…
We are not poor—we are rich in spirit.
We are not weak—we are stronger than they believe.
And today, we are no longer afraid.
My name is Tshwarelo Emmanuel.
And I say with a humble heart:
No more.
No more lies.
No more scraps.
Rise with me.
Rise with love in your hands, not hatred.
Rise for our elders who carried us.
Rise for our children yet to come.
Rise so that Africa may stand—
not bowed, not broken—
but free at last… truly free at last.
[Outro: soft strings fade out, leaving silence]