[INTRO] The Roots That Run Through Me... [Spoken & Soft Singing] ("T.Y.S.O.N") [gentle guitar strum, handclaps building slow] [Spoken, Calm Tone] They told us the line was broken… They told us the story ended at the ship… But the blood never forgot. The soil never forgot. And when we remember who we are — Everything changes. "Let It Go!" [Chorus Hook] [Group Chorus, warm, harmonised] We’re not lost, we’re just finding our way home Every branch belongs to the same old tree West to East, North to the Caribbean sea The root runs deep- and it’s running through ME!! [VERSE 1] [Conversational, heartfelt flow] Born on this soil, raised with the city hum Windrush in the blood, yeah the journey’s come Parents from the islands, stories from the sand But before the boat — do you know where we began? Naija soil and Ghana gold, kingdoms standing tall Scholars, traders, wise ones answering the call Then the crossing came — they thought they severed every thread But the spirit kept the truth alive inside our head. They taught us we were nothing — just a footnote in their page But I’m reading from the scroll that’s been kept from age to age From the highlands where the covenant was written in the stone We didn’t start at the harbour — we were never alone! [CHORUS] [Full Group Singalong] We’re not lost, we’re just finding our way home Every branch belongs to the same old tree West to East, North to the Caribbean sea The root runs deep — and it’s running through ME! [Bridge 1] [Spoken, Calm Tone] [Turntables Scratching] Not just British — not just Island Sun Ancient promises rising — and the work has just BEGUN! [VERSE 2] [stronger, purposeful flow] See Ethiopia called us — been calling all along Psalm sixty-eight, the verse that keeps us holding on "Stretch out your hands" — it’s been there all the time We were looking down when we should have been looking up to the climb. They said the Bible’s theirs — but the witnesses were black The first ones to believe, never turning never turning back Enoch walked with God before the cities rose Jubilees tells the story that they tried to close. So I stand here in Yardley Wood, with the truth in my chest I’m the child of the ones who withstood every test Nigerian-Ghanaian blood, West Indian grace British ground beneath my feet — I’m the whole human race! [BRIDGE 2] [Call & Response - T.Y.S.O.N + ALL LISTENERS] [T.Y.S.O.N:] "Who are we?" [Group:] ("CHILDREN OF THE ANCIENT ONES!") [T.Y.S.O.N:] "Where do we come from?" [Group:] ("FROM THE ROOT THAT NEVER DIES!") [T.Y.S.O.N:] "What do we carry?" [Group:] ("THE COVENANT IN OUR BONES!") [T.Y.S.O.N:] "And where are we going?" [Group:] ("HOME! WE’RE GOING HOME!") [Funky-Pop Breakdown] [music swells, handclaps loud, joyous] [CHORUS] [Double Strength, Everybody Sing] We’re not lost, we’re just finding our way home Every branch belongs to the same old tree West to East, North to the Caribbean sea The root runs deep — and it’s running through ME! [Bridge 3] [Spoken, Calm Tone] Not just British — not just island son Ancient promise rising — and the work has just BEGUN! [OUTRO] [Spoken, Soft, Warm, Truthful] [beat fades, guitar lingers, voices quiet] You don’t have to choose one part of yourself. You don’t have to leave anyone behind. The ancestors walked through every door — And they left it open for you. You are all of it. You are the bridge. You are the promise. [Soft Group Sing:] The root runs deep… And it’s running through you & Me... [fade out] [END]
