[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Mkabayi kaJama, Part 1]

gypsy jazz, tribal (war-drums) rhythm, marching percussion

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[Verse 1]
She stepped out from the royal lineage, with a mind so cold and sharp,
To play a silent melody upon the modern matrix harp.
Inside the borders of the kingdom, she drafted her design,
Unaware of the hidden ledger books and the dark financial line.
She thought she held the secret strings to make the leaders bow,
To place her chosen favorites upon the platform now.
But the unsworn ministers just watched from their administrative floor,
Using her dark ambition as a folder to open up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the ivory wealth while climbing up the stair.
They whispered through Port Natal, they hid the deep deceit,
To make sure the colonial grids would control the public street.
Mkabayi believed her whispers were a sovereign, timeless force,
A magnificent mechanical drive upon a lawless course.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated shadow play,
That used her name and her pride to trade the local laws away.

[Verse 3]
They let her weave her secret net and run the total drive,
Recording every tribal feud to keep the matrix live.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how the machine used her status just to camouflage the chain.
She thought she was the architect of Africa's new decree,
But she was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty.
The legions marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

And they never acted like that again??
and they never acted like that again.??

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The royal councils turn to ash, the iron weapons rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.

My body is a temple, pure from the very start,
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Mkabayi kaJama, Part 1] [Verse 1] She stepped out from the royal lineage, with a mind so cold and sharp, To play a silent melody upon the modern matrix harp. Inside the borders of the kingdom, she drafted her design, Unaware of the hidden ledger books and the dark financial line. She thought she held the secret strings to make the leaders bow, To place her chosen favorites upon the platform now. But the unsworn ministers just watched from their administrative floor, Using her dark ambition as a folder to open up the door! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the ivory wealth while climbing up the stair. They whispered through Port Natal, they hid the deep deceit, To make sure the colonial grids would control the public street. Mkabayi believed her whispers were a sovereign, timeless force, A magnificent mechanical drive upon a lawless course. She didn't see the layout of the calculated shadow play, That used her name and her pride to trade the local laws away. [Verse 3] They let her weave her secret net and run the total drive, Recording every tribal feud to keep the matrix live. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how the machine used her status just to camouflage the chain. She thought she was the architect of Africa's new decree, But she was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty. The legions marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... And they never acted like that again?? and they never acted like that again.?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The royal councils turn to ash, the iron weapons rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. My body is a temple, pure from the very start, And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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