Intro Long before the gold, before the throne, Mali stood strong, its name was known. Kings may rise, kings may fall, But only truth can stand it all. Verse 1 Let me talk to you, let me set it straight, Mali been great since the early days. Built on books, built on trade, More than the gold that the merchants paid. We had scholars, we had schools, We made kings, we wrote the rules. You count that money, count that land, But tell me—can you make time stand? Bridge Who tells your story? Who calls your name? When the gold is gone, do they speak the same? It’s not what you take, it’s what you leave… Mali’s tale is yours to weave. Verse 2 What’s a kingdom if the people fall? What’s a name if they don’t recall? You can build your walls, stack your stone, But tell me—can you stand alone? You got power? You got fame? Will they still remember your name? Not just now, but when you’re gone, Will they sing your words in a future song? Chorus Who tells your story? Who writes your name? When the gold is gone, do they speak the same? It’s not what you take, it’s what you leave… Mali’s tale is yours to weave. Verse 3 Gold can shine but it don’t last, Buried deep like empires past. But wisdom grows, it don’t fade, Roots run deep in the truth we laid. So choose your path, make it wise, A throne ain’t real if it’s built on lies. Kings may come, kings may go, Only knowledge makes a kingdom grow. Outro A king who listens, a king who learns… Is a king whose fire still burns. So tell me now, what path you pave? A king of riches—or a king who saves?
