Our Blood

[Intro – Spoken]
Before they broke us, they feared us.
Before they named us, we had names.
Unbroken blood still sings.

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[Verse 1 – English to Yoruba blend]
My great-grandmama prayed in chains,
Eyes on the moon, hands in pain.
She sang: “Oba mi, gba mi lowo”
(My King, deliver me from this woe)

They tried to kill our tongue,
But songs survived inside the lungs.
She hummed when the night got cold,
Told her daughter: “Wa duro, ma fọ”
(Stand strong, don’t break down)

I carry her voice in every bar,
Walkin’ through life like it ain’t that far.
I’m Unbroken, product of prayers,
Made in the storm, raised by stares.

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[Hook – Sung in English w/ Kikongo phrases]
Unbroken blood, moyo wa nga (my soul)
They took the land, but I never fold.
Bisu ke zola, bisu ke bika
(We love, we live — still here, still deeper)

This ain’t just pain — it’s power.
I rise from the root, hour by hour.
You hear me now ‘cause they sang in me,
Unbroken blood, still runnin’ free.

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[Outro – whispered chant over kalimba loop]
Awa wa laaye… awa wa Unbroken.
(We are alive… we are Unbroken.)

Afro-spiritual trap w/ kalimba, log drums, sliding 808s, soft chants in Yoruba/Kikongo, raw soul, cinematic emotion.