[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Mkabayi kaJama, Part 4]

gypsy jazz, tribal drum-driven, acoustic swing

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[Verse 1]
The autumn fires burned to ash, the tribal lines were small,
The final hour approached beneath the shadow of the wall.
Inside the royal kraal they watched, the network circles closed,
As the calculated framework of the matrix stood exposed.
She thought her secret whispers were an everlasting force,
A magnificent world leader on a dark and lawless course.
But the unsworn ministers just smiled upon their corporate floor,
Knowing that the border lines were opening up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international bankers and the merchants of the square,
Had used the one-eyed sorceress to capture all the air.
Mkabayi reaped the harvest of the terror she had made,
To let his brothers strike him down beneath the heavy blade.
They handed out the hidden knives, they hid the deep deceit,
To sacrifice the king and clear the bloodied public street.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used her final treason just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
Deep in the dusty southern land, the spear fell in the clay,
To prove that all the manufactured thrones will pass away.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used her hand to reinforce the chain.
The folders celebrate the peace, the British flags fly high,
While the unseeable plantation came rolling from the sky.
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 kraals will turn to ash, the iron weapons rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
Or was it pride that made them fall??

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 4] [Verse 1] The autumn fires burned to ash, the tribal lines were small, The final hour approached beneath the shadow of the wall. Inside the royal kraal they watched, the network circles closed, As the calculated framework of the matrix stood exposed. She thought her secret whispers were an everlasting force, A magnificent world leader on a dark and lawless course. But the unsworn ministers just smiled upon their corporate floor, Knowing that the border lines were opening up the door! [Verse 2] The international bankers and the merchants of the square, Had used the one-eyed sorceress to capture all the air. Mkabayi reaped the harvest of the terror she had made, To let his brothers strike him down beneath the heavy blade. They handed out the hidden knives, they hid the deep deceit, To sacrifice the king and clear the bloodied public street. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used her final treason just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] Deep in the dusty southern land, the spear fell in the clay, To prove that all the manufactured thrones will pass away. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used her hand to reinforce the chain. The folders celebrate the peace, the British flags fly high, While the unseeable plantation came rolling from the sky. 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 kraals will turn to ash, the iron weapons rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. Or was it pride that made them fall?? 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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