[male
vocals] (
Children's
laughter,
bright
African
hand
drums,
steady
reggae
guitar
strum)
Yeah,
listen
well,
gather
round
little
ones
Gather
round,
let
the
wisdom
flow
like
the
river
Listen
to
the
words
of
your
father
today
When
I
was
a
small
boy,
the
compound
was
our
world
Dusty
red
earth,
the
place
where
our
stories
unfurled
One
golden
afternoon,
the
brothers
and
sisters
were
bold
Turning
the
yard
to
a
racetrack,
the
stories
of
old
They
played
a
game
of
horses,
a
rider
on
a
back
One
on
the
knees,
the
other
riding
the
track
I
wanted
to
show
them
that
I
was
the
strongest
one
To
carry
the
weight
until
the
setting
of
the
sun
Oh,
don't
be
anybody’
s
horse,
don't
carry
the
weight
of
pride
Don't
let
them
saddle
your
spirit,
nowhere
left
to
hide
You
were
born
to
stand
tall,
not
to
crawl
on
the
ground
Keep
your
head
to
the
heavens,
let
your
own
voice
resound
Don’
t
be
anybody’
s
horse,
don't
be
anybody’
s
steed
You
are
the
king
of
your
journey,
you
are
the
master
indeed
I
offered
my
shoulders,
I
offered
my
knees
for
the
load
Thought
it
was
strength,
but
I
was
losing
my
way
on
the
road
My
father
stood
watching
from
the
shade
of
the
mango
tree
His
eyes
were
like
embers,
calling
out
to
me
He
waited
for
silence,
for
the
racing
to
cease
To
bring
the
lesson
of
dignity,
to
bring
us
the
peace
He
said
a
man
is
not
measured
by
the
burden
he
bears
But
by
the
dignity
he
keeps
when
he
faces
his
cares
Oh,
don't
be
anybody’
s
horse,
don't
carry
the
weight
of
pride
Don't
let
them
saddle
your
spirit,
nowhere
left
to
hide
You
were
born
to
stand
tall,
not
to
crawl
on
the
ground
Keep
your
head
to
the
heavens,
let
your
own
voice
resound
Don’
t
be
anybody’
s
horse,
don't
be
anybody’
s
steed
You
are
the
king
of
your
journey,
you
are
the
master
indeed
So
listen,
son,
when
the
world
tries
to
climb
on
your
back
When
they
try
to
lead
you
off
of
the
righteous
track
Remember
the
compound,
remember
the
dust
on
your
skin
True
strength
is
the
freedom
you
hold
deep
within
No
master,
no
rider,
just
you
and
your
soul
Taking
control
of
the
story,
making
you
whole
Oh,
don't
be
anybody’
s
horse,
don't
carry
the
weight
of
pride
Don't
let
them
saddle
your
spirit,
nowhere
left
to
hide
You
were
born
to
stand
tall,
not
to
crawl
on
the
ground
Keep
your
head
to
the
heavens,
let
your
own
voice
resound
Keep
your
head
to
the
heavens,
let
your
own
voice
resound
Don’
t
be
anybody’
s
horse,
don't
be
anybody’
s
steed
You
are
the
king
of
your
journey,
you
are
the
master
indeed
Nantor
Ababana,
the
lesson
stays
deep
Nantor
Ababana,
promises
that
we
keep
Rise
up,
stand
tall,
don't
carry
no
man
Walk
in
your
power,
as
only
you
can (
Horn
section
fades
out,
heavy
bass
continues)
Yeah,
keep
your
dignity,
child.
Walk
your
own
path.