[male
vocals]
[Intro] 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!
[Verse 1] Zambia,
ten
provinces
shining
in
the
sun
But
the
story
in
the
North,
it
has
only
just
begun
why
every
time
they
are
the
ones
in
front
making
accusations
on
every
President
who
occupies
State
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
[Chorus] 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?
[Verse 2] Old
man
Kaunda,
they
called
him
Fonkofoonko
and
then
accused
him
of
stealing
from
the
poor
Zambians
ended
up
in
jail
at
Mukobeeko
Maximaam
prison
Forgot
the
free
education,
forgotten
by
men
Remember
the
morning,
the
Super
Loaf
bread
Sugar,
lyonse
tea
leaves,
condensed
milk
and
DPB
milk
we
used
to
receive
every
Sunday
morning
free
of
charge
door
to
door
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?
[Chorus] Oh,
look
back
at
the
path
we
tread
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?
[Verse 3] Then
came
Fredrick
Chiluba,
who
even
sold
them
houses
costing
at 25
Kwacha
brought
aboundance
of
transport
means
community
radio
stations
across
the
nation
and
cell
phones
they
called
him
the
thief
Called
him
Kafuupi
of
a
Congole
origin
brought
him
only
grief
Mwanawasa
came,
they
called
him
chi
Cabbage
then
came
RB
who
they
nicknamed
Nyama
Soya
they
accused
him
of
being
too
corrupt,
kept
the
nation
apart.
Michael
Sata
was
nicknamed
King
Cobra,
then
the
end
came
too
fast
later
they
said
that
Edgar
Lungu
was
a
stranger,
pompwe
mushiibila
nsala
and
said
that
his
real
names
were
Jonathan
Mtawari
of
a
Zimbabwean
origin
ghost
of
the
past
And
now
they
say
the
current
one
Hichilema
is
bringing
the
storm
Straying
too
far
from
the
cultural
norm
[Bridge] Calling
them
witches,
calling
them
Satanists
Playing
the
same
old
political
games
It’
s
a
troubled
heart,
a
soul
in
distress
Why
must
we
always
settle
for
less?
Dear
brothers
and
sisters
from
the
Northern
surely
Why?
Unity
is
the
key
that
we
need
to
find
Leaving
the
bitter
accusations
behind
[Chorus] 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?
[Outro] Ten
provinces,
one
nation,
one
soul
Let’
s
make
the
broken
spirit
whole
From
the
North
to
the
West,
let
the
love
flow
also
in
the
East
and
South
and
center
too!
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.
Twiikataaneee!