VERSE 1 From the red earth of kingdoms old, To broken chains and stories untold, They scattered seeds across the tide, But spirit traveled deep inside.

Drum in the chest, rhythm in the vein, Songs coded soft through sorrow and pain, Even when language was stripped away, Memory found another way.

Braids became maps, quilts became signs, Choir-room hymns held ancient lines. What they buried beneath the night Learned how to bloom without the light.

PRE-CHORUS What went dormant never died, It was waiting for the tide. What was silenced found a sound, Every lost thing circles round.

CHORUS Back to Black Roots, we rise, we return, From the ashes of memory, watch how we burn. Across every silence our legacy moves, We reclaim the rhythm, we follow the grooves.

Back to Black Roots — deeper than skin, This is the soil where the healing begins. Not going backward, we’re going within, To remember the power that’s always been.

VERSE 2 From hidden rooms to open stage, From whispered prayer to printed page, Blues bent sorrow into gold, New stories from the ones retold.

What survived became transformed, New expressions reshaped, reformed. Dormant roots in foreign ground Still knew exactly what they found.

What was fractured multiplied, What was scattered unified. Every rhythm, every sound Carried memory underground.

PRE-CHORUS What they silenced found its voice, What was hidden made a choice. Heritage we now reclaim, Calling every sacred name.

FINAL CHORUS Back to Black Roots, no fear, no shame, Calling each ancestor back by name. From distant shores to ancestral core, From buried truth, we rise once more.

Back to Black Roots — this is the truth, Legacy living in elder and youth. We are the harvest, we are the seed, We are the answer history needs.

OUTRO (Spoken) The roots were never lost. They were listening. And now we listen back.