[Intro — solo Argentine nylon-string guitar] [Payada — sung storytelling] Jackson, before you judge today the memories we hold so dear, first take the time to stop and hear our story, before you have your say. I come to tell you, proud and clear: I was Black, a singer too, Argentine, with honor true. When my candombe answers you, my voice will never hide from view— my homeland is my color too. [Spoken softly] Before you judge us, listen to our story. [Outro — solo Argentine nylon-string guitar]
