[male
vocals] (
Driving,
rhythmic
bass
pulse
starts)
Listen.
It’
s
a
rhythm,
isn’
t
it?
The
rhythm
of
a
promise
broken.
Hubert
Noord,
are
you
listening?
Let’
s
talk
about
the
state
of
the
nation.
They
came
with
promises,
polished
and
bright, “
Tutasimama
na
mwananchi,”
they
said
in
the
night.
But
somewhere
between
the
ballot
and
the
office
chair,
They
folded
the
mandate
and
left
it
in
the
air.
They
asked
for
our
votes,
we
gave
them
our
trust,
We
gave
them
the
soil,
we
gave
them
the
dust.
They
promised
us
jobs,
a
future
so
grand,
Then
gave
us
the
taxes
that
broke
the
whole
land.
They
look
in
the
mirror
and
adjust
the
tie,
While
the
youth
in
the
street
watch
the
potential
die.
Mungu
ibariki
Kenya,
we
pray
and
we
plea,
But
who
is
gonna
bless
the
land,
if
not
you
and
me?
We’
re
holding
the
burden,
we’
re
carrying
the
weight,
While
they
sit
at
the
table
and
decide
on
our
fate.
Mungu
ibariki
Kenya,
let
the
truth
be
heard,
Because
a
broken
promise
is
just
a
hollow
word.
Kenyatta
Avenue
shines
with
the
neon
glow,
But
the
village
remains
dark,
nowhere
to
go.
The
leaders
drive
in
convoys,
sirens
in
the
lane,
While
mama
walks
miles
just
to
hide
from
the
rain.
They
borrow
in
our
name,
they
feast
in
our
name,
They
borrow
in
our
name,
they
feast
in
our
name,
They
play
the
political,
circular
game.
And
when
the
debt
rises
and
the
budget
is
gone,
They
blame
the
economy,
they
switch
it
back
on.
It’
s
a
cycle
of
shadow,
a
theater
of
fear,
And
the
voice
of
the
people
is
the
one
they
don’
t
hear.
Mungu
ibariki
Kenya,
we
pray
and
we
plea,
But
who
is
gonna
bless
the
land,
if
not
you
and
me?
We’
re
holding
the
burden,
we’
re
carrying
the
weight,
While
they
sit
at
the
table
and
decide
on
our
fate.
Mungu
ibariki
Kenya,
let
the
truth
be
heard,
Because
a
broken
promise
is
just
a
hollow
word.
A
young
man
wakes
up,
eyes
heavy
with
the
sun,
No
job
in
the
pocket,
nowhere
left
to
run.
He
looks
at
his
hands,
he
looks
at
the
sky,
He’
s
tired
of
the “
tomorrow,”
he’
s
tired
of
the
lie.
We
don’
t
want
the
speeches,
we
don’
t
want
the
spin,
We
want
to
know
where
the
healing
begins.
So
Hubert,
I
ask
you,
look
deep
in
the
soul,
How
do
we
play,
when
we’
ve
lost
all
control?
It
starts
with
the
question,
it
starts
with
the “
Who,”
If
they
won’
t
build
it,
then
what
will
we
do?
We
build
it
with
action,
we
build
it
with
sight,
We
turn
the
dark
village
into
a
beacon
of
light.
No
more
the
silence,
no
more
the
refrain,
We’
re
breaking
the
shackles,
we’
re
stopping
the
drain.
Mungu
ibariki
Kenya,
we
pray
and
we
plea,
But
who
is
gonna
bless
the
land,
if
not
you
and
me?
We’
re
holding
the
burden,
we’
re
carrying
the
weight,
While
they
sit
at
the
table
and
decide
on
our
fate.
Mungu
ibariki
Kenya,
let
the
truth
be
heard,
Because
a
broken
promise
is
just
a
hollow
word.
Yeah.
It’
s
on
us
now.
Hubert
Noord.
Nani
ataibariki?
Only
us.
Only
us. (
Percussion
fades
out
into
a
single,
resonant
bass
note)