[Verse 1]
We are brothers
In the land of the free
Feet in the dust
But we still stand clean
Red on the road
Blood in the pine
Old drum talk
And it sound like mine
We been the people
Long before the claim
Same hard prayer
With a different name
[Pre-Chorus]
Look in my face
That’s your face too
One set of scars
Cut through and through
[Chorus]
One people, many tribes
Say it with me now
One people, many tribes
We hold this ground
We are the people
We been looking for
One people, many tribes
Ain’t no less, ain’t no more
[Verse 2]
Mama said, "Son
Know where you from"
River mouth, dirt road
And the old smoke drum
Black hair, brown skin
Red clay, blue sky
Different songs, same hunger
Same fire in the eye
If they draw the line
We cross it back
With a name on our chest
And a braid in black
[Pre-Chorus]
Look in my face
That’s your face too
One set of scars
Cut through and through
[Chorus]
One people, many tribes
Say it with me now
One people, many tribes
We hold this ground
We are the people
We been looking for
One people, many tribes
Ain’t no less, ain’t no more
[Bridge]
We are family
In the hard light
No chain can name us
No map can divide
From bayou mud
To the red clay hill
We keep that fire
And we always will
[Final Chorus]
One people, many tribes
Say it with me now
One people, many tribes
We hold this ground
We are the people
We been looking for
One people, many tribes
Ain’t no less, ain’t no more