## Sweet Salone Titi
**(Intro)**
(Roots rock skank rhythm kicks in, heavy bassline dropping)
Yeah, yeah...
Rastafari, ever living, ever faithful, ever sure,ever die,
We bringing it down from the shores of the Atlantic ocean to the hills of Jojina Highlands...
This one is for the daughters of the soil.
Sweet, sweet Salone.
Listen...
**(Verse 1)**
I see her walking down Lumley Beach,
Melanin shining like a diamond in the rough.
With a smile that can heal all the pain in the street,
And a grace that tells the world she is more than enough.
She wraps her *lappa* with a royal style,
Proud of her roots, running deep in the land.
No matter the weather, she carries a smile,
Holding the future right in her hand.
**(Chorus)**
Sweet Salone Titi, beautiful and strong,
To the rhythm of the roots, you belong.
With your voice like a melody, pure and true,
Mama Salone is shining right through you.
Sweet Salone Titi, African queen,
The most beautiful sight that the world has ever seen.
**(Verse 2)**
From the bustling streets of Freetown City,
To the green, green plains of the northern side.
She’s working the land, or she’s handling business,
Moving with purpose, walking with pride.
She drinks the fresh water from the mountain high,
Loves her *cassava leaf* and her *jollof rice*.
A beacon of hope under the West African sky,
With a heart full of gold and a love without price.
**(Chorus)**
Sweet Salone Titi, beautiful and strong,
To the rhythm of the roots, you belong.
With your voice like a melody, pure and true,
Mama Salone is shining right through you.
Sweet Salone Titi, African queen,
The most beautiful sight that the world has ever seen.
**(Bridge)**
(Bass drops low, horns blaring softly)
She is the peace after the heavy storm,
The gentle breeze when the day gets warm.
Cotton Tree witnesses her beautiful stride,
A nation's treasure, a people's pride.
*Tell am say, fine titi, you dae boss!*
Never let your sweet vibration get lost.
**(Guitar Solo - Roots Reggae Style)**
**(Chorus)**
Sweet Salone Titi, beautiful and strong,
To the rhythm of the roots, you belong.
With your voice like a melody, pure and true,
Mama Salone is shining right through you.
Sweet Salone Titi, African queen,
The most beautiful sight that the world has ever seen.
**(Outro)**
Yeah... Sweet Salone Titi.
Keep shining, my sister.
From Aberdeen to Waterloo, Kenema to Makeni...
Every corner of the land, you are blessed.
(Roots reggae rhythm fades out with a heavy drum roll)
Beautiful Salone Titi...
Yeah, man.