Calling All the Tribes

[Intro]
Alabama
Calling all the tribes of America
(yeah yeah)
It’s time to stomp for the nation you represent
[Chorus]
All my tribes stand up for your people (stand up)
From the bayou to the block to the steeple (steeple)
From the deserts to the plains to the coasts we arrive
Alabama calling all the tribes
(oh, all the tribes)
It’s time to stomp, time to stomp for your section
Name your roots, let it ring, that’s your blessing
From the deserts to the plains to the coasts we arrive
Alabama calling all the tribes
[Verse 1]
For the Navajo, Lakota, Choctaw
Cherokee, Creek, we done broke those lockjawed
Lumbee, Hopi, Diné, we the backbone
Ojibwe, Seminole, standing on that Blackstone
Yuchi, Ute, Muscogee in the same lane
Apache, Pueblo, running through the main vein
Crow, Mohawk, Chickasaw, let the drum talk
Shawnee, Pawnee, we gon’ make the ground rock
[Pre-Chorus]
From the first to the last, we connected
Every tongue, every drum, every blessing
If you feel that fire in your chest then slide
This for every single tribe
[Chorus]
All my tribes stand up for your people (stand up)
From the bayou to the block to the steeple (hallelujah)
From the deserts to the plains to the coasts we arrive
Alabama calling all the tribes
(oh, all the tribes)
It’s time to stomp, time to stomp for your section
Name your roots, let it ring, that’s your blessing
From the deserts to the plains to the coasts we arrive
Alabama calling all the tribes
[Verse 2]
Shout out Tlingit, Inuit, Yupik
Pima, Pomo, we gon’ let that roof lift
Nez Perce, Zuni, we ain’t ever lose this
Blackfeet, Shoshone, all my people too lit
Kiowa, Comanche, rooted in the red clay
Miami, Menominee, walking in the best way
Haida, Salish, nations that they can’t fade
Hopi, Havasupai, shining through the dark days
[Bridge]
From the cotton roads straight to the coastline (coastline)
Every color, every clan on the frontline
From the old songs humming in the pines
To the new ones shaking up the pines
If you breathing, you belong to a people
If you searching, there’s a seat at the table
Take that pain, turn it all into pride
For the nation that you represent, rise
[Chorus]
All my tribes stand up for your people (stand up)
From the bayou to the block to the steeple (steeple)
From the deserts to the plains to the coasts we arrive
Alabama calling all the tribes
(oh, all the tribes)
It’s time to stomp, time to stomp for your section
Name your roots, let it ring, that’s your blessing
From the deserts to the plains to the coasts we arrive
Alabama calling all the tribes

rap, Hard-hitting trap drums with Southern bounce, deep 808s and eerie West Coast synth leads; gritty male rap lead with powerful stacked female gospel harmonies on the hook. Call-and-response chants, crowd-layered shouts, and church-style ad-libs drive a rally vibe. Mix keeps verses dry and upfront, chorus explodes with reverb, organ swells, and clap-heavy energy., gospel