(🎤[Intro – deep, war-drum rhythm under heavy patois]) Yuh hear it? Dat not breeze—dat battle call. Mi nah come fi dance—mi come fi stand tall. 🎶 [Verse 1] Mi come from bone an’ struggle, fire mek mi rise, Ancesta beat drum inna mi ribcage—watch mi eyes. Mi nuh beg fi power—mi born wid da flame, Dem call mi madman—but mi carry Jah name. Mi spirit nah soft, mi nah crumble in storm, Mi spine be a mountain—nah bent from mi born. Dem try fi chain di voice, but mi throat still sing, Mi word cut like cutlass, mi truth still sting. 🎶 [Chorus] 🔥 Mi walk wid storm in mi spine, calm in mi grip, Step like lion, nah stumble, nah slip. Fire in mi footstep, thunder in mi lip, Ancestor whisper: “Strike—neva skip.” 🔥 🎶 [Verse 2] Mi nah beg love from Babylon throne, Mi love be roots, mi kin, mi zone. Mi live fi legacy, nah trophy nor gold, Mi write mi name where da brave stay bold. Yuh tink mi quiet? Nah, mi just hold breath, Waitin' pon da moment fi call out death. But til dat day, mi walk wid might, Mi peace be sharp, mi soul be fight. 🎶 [Bridge – chanty, layered voices like war hymn] Who stand up when di dark get long? Mi. Who still rise when di world feel wrong? Mi. Who carry fire inna silence deep? Mi. Who guard de dream while Babylon sleep? MI. 🎶 [Final Chorus – louder, chorus of voices] 🔥 Mi walk wid storm in mi spine, calm in mi grip, Drum inna chest, stillness on mi lip. Truth be mi weapon, soul never flip, Ancestor guide—nah losin’ mi trip. 🔥 🎶 [Outro – whispered like spell] So when yuh see mi stand alone… Know mi never alone. Mi got thousand behind mi… And not one kneel down.
