**(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)**
Rastafarai. 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)**
For too long the music in the town was 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! Sleep no more,wake up from the sleep and wake up from the slumber, great reggae music.
**(New Verse 2: The Tribute)**
We look back to the foundation, we remember the great name,
The legends of the microphone who keeps alive the flame.
Big up , **DJ Base**, you are fighting a noble fight,
Your voice upon the airwaves is a shining beam of light!
And **Cosco B**, the general, your legacy is strong,
You are giving your life and energy to elevate the song.
We lift the name of **Elijah Mohammad Issah Gregor**, of blessed memory,
A true son of the soil who envisioned what could be.
We salute **Father Suntus the great Wadada of Africa ** out inna Firestone domain in da Odokoko community,
Through the struggles and the hardships, you carried on the strain.
From **Culture Radio** blasting out the consciousness and truth,
Reaching to the elders and inspiring the youth.
To the **Twelve Tribes of Israel**, the prophets and the kings,
And the whole **Rastafari community** that lifts up holy things.
You watered all the seeds when the ground was dry and cold,
Now the harvest is arriving, a hundred-thousand fold!
**(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, a royal tribute style)**
**(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!
We never forget the pioneers, the warriors of the sound.
DJ Base, we hear you still!
Cosco B, the mission continues!
Elijah Mohammad Issah Gregor, your memory lives on!
Father Suntus, keep the Firestone burning!
Culture Radio, keep the frequency high!
Twelve Tribes of Israel, the Rastafari community stand firm!
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)