**(Intro: A single Nyabinghi drum beats like a steady pulse. Then, a massive, bright brass section explodes—the horns are no longer crying, they are announcing a new dawn. A heavy, driving Roots Reggae bassline locks in with absolute power...)**
**(Chorus)**
Wake up, reggae music, wake up inna Salone!
The heartbeat of the ghetto, the voice of the throne!
Wake up, reggae music, rise up and take your place,
To heal the broken-hearted and uplift the human race.
From the ashes of the street, a new fire start to burn,
It’s the rebirth of the conscious sound, the positive return!
**(Verse 1)**
This is the Sierra Da Lowa ,The Lion Mountain,the Jamaica in the west coast of Africa,the home of Gerald Pyne , THE African Bush Doctor, Amara Kaaba, and more
For too long the music in the town went to sleep,
Leaving the youths dem wandering inna the darkness deep.
But now the sleepers are shaking off the heavy dust,
Replacing all the chemical illusions with the truth and trust.
No more lyrics about the vanity, no more praising up the drug,
We singing 'bout the education, clean life, and the brotherly love.
The guitars are tuning up from Aberdeen to Cotton Tree,
Unlocking every mental chain to set the captives free!
The roots are digging deep again into the Freetown soil,
A reward for all the conscious singers who continue for to toil.
**(Chorus)**
Wake up, reggae music, wake up inna Salone!
The heartbeat of the ghetto, the voice of the throne!
Wake up, reggae music, rise up and take your place,
To heal the broken-hearted and uplift the human race.
From the ashes of the street, a new fire start to burn,
It’s the rebirth of the conscious sound, the positive return!
**(Verse 2)**
The sound systems are mounting up, the speakers stacking high,
The sweet sound of the rocksteady is reaching to the sky.
Instead of mourning for the dead, we celebrating life,
Using the power of the drum and bass to conquer all the strife.
Listen to the message bouncing off the zinc-shack wall,
A trumpet call of righteousness standing proud and tall.
The youth dem dropping down the toxic Kush, they picking up the pen,
The daughters and the sons of God are finding hope again.
This is the Renaissance, the musical revival time,
We cleansing every ghetto corner with a conscious rhyme!
**(Bridge)**
(The drums drop out, leaving only a bright acoustic guitar strumming and a sweet harmony choir)
Can you hear the melody rising from the hills?
Higher than the pressure, stronger than the pills.
It’s the sound of redemption, the anthem of the brave,
The music that was sent to love, to guide, and to save!
Open up your windows, let the sunshine inside,
The tide of pure, authentic reggae cannot be denied!
**(Guitar Solo - Fast, uplifting, triumphant chords spinning higher and higher)**
**(Chorus)**
Wake up, reggae music, wake up inna Salone!
The heartbeat of the ghetto, the voice of the throne!
Wake up, reggae music, rise up and take your place,
To heal the broken-hearted and uplift the human race.
From the ashes of the street, a new fire start to burn,
It’s the rebirth of the conscious sound, the positive return!
**(Outro)**
Yeah! The rebirth is here...
Salone reggae rise again!
No more sleeping, no more slumbering.
Wake up the conscious vibration in every province, in every sector.
Let the sweet sound play...
Jah music live forever in the Lion Mountain!
(Horns flare one last triumphant time, finishing on a crisp, driving drum rim-shot)