**Verse 1**
They whispered "freedom" but brought chains in the night,
Libya’s sky lit with bombs, stole Gaddafi’s fight.
A nation shattered, dreams drowned in desert sands,
Foreign hands wrote the script, but we don’t understand.
Somalia’s pride crushed by drones in the haze,
Siad Barre’s fall left a wound that still stays.
Congo’s soil rich, but Lumumba’s blood cries,
Exploitation’s shadow where the truth never dies.
**Chorus - Beyonce**
Ohhh, Traoré rise—your fire ignites the flame,
From Ouagadougou, you’re rewriting the game.
No borders divide us when we stand as one,
Africa’s heartbeat beats under the sun!
With hands clasped tight, you rebuild what they burned,
United we rise—the lessons we’ve learned.
Ibrahim’s vision, a phoenix takes flight,
Our ancestors cheer in the stars every night!
**Verse 2**
They looted Mali, called it "aid," called it "care,"
But Traoré’s voice thunders—"Our future is here!"
Gold mines and diamonds, but we hold the worth,
No neo-colonizer shall fracture this earth.
From Sankara’s spirit, a new dawn takes seed,
Youth in the streets shout, "Enough! We don’t need
Your coups wrapped in dollars, your hollow demands—
This land is our mother, we’ll wash her with hands."
**Verse 3**
The Sahel’s dry winds carry whispers of change,
Farmers and soldiers alike rearrange.
No more puppet kings bleeding the soil,
Traoré plants justice where tyrants once toil.
Echoes of Nkrumah, Toure’s fearless call,
Pan-African banners now rise above all.
From Cape to the Sahara, the rhythm’s the same—
A continent roaring, rejecting the shame.
**Outro**
So crown not the west for the wars they designed,
Our heroes rise homegrown, their legacies entwined.
Traoré, you’re proof—we are more than our scars,
Africa’s night fades… behold, morning stars.
