Yeah, man
Listen to the history, listen to the tale
From the North to the South, let the truth prevail
It’s a long road, brothers and sisters
Let the music speak the mind come on KabsT!
Zambia, ten provinces shining in the sun
But the story in the North, it has only just begun
Since sixty-four, when the flag was raised high
There’s a question lingering beneath the open sky
Why the tension, why the heavy heart?
Why do brothers drift so far apart?
From the North, the whispers turn to loud decree
Questioning the leaders, failing to see
Oh, look back at the path we tread
Look at the history, look at the bread
From KK to now, the cycle remains
Breaking our hearts and fueling the pains
Can we find the peace, can we find the way?
Or is it just the rhythm of another day?
Old man Kaunda, they called him Fonkofonko then
Forgot the free education, forgotten by men
Remember the morning, the Super Loaf spread
Sugar, tea, and milk, the nation was fed
They called him a thief when the work was all done
Ignoring the battle that he surely had won
It’s a pattern of the ages, a heavy melody
Why can’t we embrace our own destiny?
Oh, look back at the path we tread
Look at the history, look at the bread
From KK to now, the cycle remains
Breaking our hearts and fueling the pains
Can we find the peace, can we find the way?
Or is it just the rhythm of another day?
Then came Chiluba, they called him the thief
Called him Kafupi, brought him only grief
Mwanawasa came, they called him Cabbage heart
RB was Nyama Soya, kept the nation apart
Sata was Cobra, then the end came too fast
Lungu was a stranger, ghost of the past
And now they say the current one is bringing the storm
Straying too far from the cultural norm
Calling them witches, calling them names
Playing the same old political games
It’s a troubled heart, a soul in distress
Why must we always settle for less?
Unity is the key that we need to find
Leaving the bitter accusations behind
Oh, look back at the path we tread
Look at the history, look at the bread
From KK to now, the cycle remains
Breaking our hearts and fueling the pains
Can we find the peace, can we find the way?
Or is it just the rhythm of another day?
Ten provinces, one nation, one soul
Let’s make the broken spirit whole
From the North to the West, let the love flow
Let the seeds of true understanding grow
No more names, no more fight
Walk into the morning, walk into the light
Yeah, keep it steady now
One love, Zambia, one love.