FOR THE CULTURE [FTC]

Intro (Spoken / Ancestral Tone)

Listen…

Before the lights, before the sound…

There was a drum.

Verse 1 (Story Begins)

Before the road had names to call

Before the city rise and fall

Grandma sat by firelight

Telling stories through the night

Bare feet dancing on the sand

Moonlight guiding every hand

Every step we used to take

Left a mark we can’t erase

Pre-Chorus

When the elders start to speak

Silence fall, the air get thick

Every word carry a flame

Calling us to know our name

Chorus (Emotional / Proud)

There are stories in the drum

Every beat say where we’re from

When it calls, we all become

Children of the rising sun

There are stories in the drum

From the old days till now

If we listen close enough

We remember who we are

Verse 2 (Journey & Heritage)

From the river to the land

Work-worn palms, open hands

Farming hope inside the soil

Sweat and song mixed with toil

Masks that dance, spirits pass

Echoes of the ancient past

Not a myth, not a lie

It’s our truth we testify

Bridge (Cultural Call / Poetic)

If the drum forgets its sound

Will the children find their ground?

If we drop what made us whole

Who will guard the people’s soul?

Verse 3 (Modern Times)

Now the roads are paved with light

Phones replace the stars at night

Still the drum beat in our chest

Even when we roam the west

New world calling, fast and wide

But our roots still hold us tight

Different shoes, same heartbeat

Culture move with dancing feet

Final Chorus (Bigger / United)

There are stories in the drum

Every beat say where we’re from

Through the future, through the storm

We carry home where we roam

There are stories in the drum

Hear it now, pass it on

From the elders to the young

The story never done

Outro (Soft / Ancestral)

Listen…

The drum is still talking.

(Iféco for the culture 🧫)