[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Mkabayi kaJama, Part 3]

gypsy jazz, tribal world music, swing / march-like jazz

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[Verse 1]
She stood within the royal kraal, the shadow of the throne,
To sacrifice her family and claim the power alone.
As the absolute aunt of the empire, she watched the warriors run,
To build the Zulu war machine beneath a bleeding sun.
She thought her fierce authority could rule the entire space,
To manipulate the bloodlines and capture all the place.
But the unsworn ministers just watched from their colonial floor,
Using her tribal civil wars to open up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the ivory and the land while climbing up the stair.
They saw the Zulu nation rise to conquer all the ground,
And used her deep conspiracy to turn the wheel around.
Mkabayi believed her lineage was a sovereign, unspent force,
A magnificent world leader on a meedogenloze course.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used her family's betrayal to settle down their debt!

[Verse 3]
In the dark backrooms of history, she handed out the knife,
To end the reign of Shaka and claim the royal life.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used her hand to reinforce the chain.
They let her crush her own blood, let her run the total net,
While the shadow rulers ran the numbers on the global flood.
Yet far above their banking grids, the law of life stays high,
The pure light of the universe can never tell a lie!

[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 fade away, 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 3] [Verse 1] She stood within the royal kraal, the shadow of the throne, To sacrifice her family and claim the power alone. As the absolute aunt of the empire, she watched the warriors run, To build the Zulu war machine beneath a bleeding sun. She thought her fierce authority could rule the entire space, To manipulate the bloodlines and capture all the place. But the unsworn ministers just watched from their colonial floor, Using her tribal civil wars to open up the door! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the ivory and the land while climbing up the stair. They saw the Zulu nation rise to conquer all the ground, And used her deep conspiracy to turn the wheel around. Mkabayi believed her lineage was a sovereign, unspent force, A magnificent world leader on a meedogenloze course. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used her family's betrayal to settle down their debt! [Verse 3] In the dark backrooms of history, she handed out the knife, To end the reign of Shaka and claim the royal life. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used her hand to reinforce the chain. They let her crush her own blood, let her run the total net, While the shadow rulers ran the numbers on the global flood. Yet far above their banking grids, the law of life stays high, The pure light of the universe can never tell a lie! [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 fade away, 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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