(Aweh) Yebo, listen to the rhythm of the hustle.
Abana Jesus, Abana Drager, we rising up.
Early morning sun hitting the dusty street,
Copper queens moving, steady on their feet.
Rough around the edges but the spirit is gold,
Stories of the struggle that have never been told.
We’re grinding for the family, we’re grinding for the light,
Turning every shadow into something bright.
Sharp sharp, the vision is clear in the haze,
Walking through the fire, we’re setting the blaze.
Oh, Copper Queens, yeah you shine so bright,
Guided by the grace, keeping hold of the light.
Abana Jesus, you carrying the crown,
Amapiano rhythm, never letting you down.
Copper Queens, yeah you rise from the dust,
In the hustle and the grind, in the spirit we trust.
Look at the beauty, look at the strength,
We going the distance, we going the length.
From the township corner to the city lights,
We winning the battles, we winning the fights.
Eish, the road is long but the heartbeat is strong,
We singing the anthem, we singing the song.
Drager in the spirit, the fire is deep,
Promises to keep while the city is asleep.
Oh, Copper Queens, yeah you shine so bright,
Guided by the grace, keeping hold of the light.
Abana Jesus, you carrying the crown,
Amapiano rhythm, never letting you down.
Copper Queens, yeah you rise from the dust,
In the hustle and the grind, in the spirit we trust.
Let’s go, lift your head up high,
Watch the Copper Queens painting the sky.
With the log drums kicking, the bass pushing through,
This is the moment, it’s waiting for you.
Asambe, move, let the rhythm take control,
Healing the heart, refreshing the soul.
It’s a new day dawning for the ones who believe,
With everything we have, with everything we achieve.
Abana Drager, the legacy grows,
Where the water flows, everybody knows.
We are the queens of the grit and the grace,
Running this life at our very own pace.
Sho, keep your eyes on the prize today,
Nothing can stand in the Copper Queens' way.
Oh, Copper Queens, yeah you shine so bright,
Guided by the grace, keeping hold of the light.
Abana Jesus, you carrying the crown,
Amapiano rhythm, never letting you down.
Copper Queens, yeah you rise from the dust,
In the hustle and the grind, in the spirit we trust.
Yeah, Copper Queens.
Abana Jesus, we rising.
Abana Drager, we moving.
Sharp sharp, it’s our time now.
Asambe.