Legacy

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Intro:
(Melodic Instrumental Intro) In the silence of the night, Whispers of our truth take flight. From Ki’s ancient soil we rise, Copper-colored people, bold and wise.

Hook:
Copper hues, the truth we hold, Blacks and Latinos, stories untold. From ancient times, our legacy shines, Real copper-colored people, divine.

Verse 1:
From the dawn of time, our roots run deep, In the soil of Ki, our secrets we keep. Blacks, Latinos, Caribbean too, Original tribes, in every copper hue. From the pyramids to sacred sands, We built great cities with our hands. In every heart, a legacy bold, Real copper-colored people, stories unfold.

Verse 2:
In fields and forests, our ancestors thrived, With wisdom and strength, they survived. Blacks, Latinos, Caribbean pride, With copper hues, our spirits abide. From ancient temples to modern day, Our heritage shines in every way. In every song, in every dance, Real copper-colored people, take a stance.

Verse 3:
Through trials and tribulations, we stand strong, Our history rich, our journey long. Blacks, Latinos, with hearts of gold, Caribbean stories must be told. From sacred rivers to mountain peaks, Our legacy in every word we speak. In every soul, a fire burns bright, Real copper-colored people, shining light.

Verse 4:
In Bronze and Copper Ages, we led the way, Inventors, leaders, in every day. Blacks, Latinos, Caribbean, grand, Guiding each other, hand in hand. From ancient scrolls to modern pen, Our wisdom flows, again and again. In every heart, a legacy bold, Real copper-colored people, stories unfold.

Bridge:
From ancient times to the present day, Our legacy of wisdom lights the way. Through trials and tribulations, we stand strong, Echoes of our ancestors, guiding us along.

Final Chorus:
Copper hues, the truth we hold, Blacks and Latinos, stories untold. From ancient times, our legacy shines, Real copper-colored people, divine.