Africana Drama

MaffiNA... We move through the fire... Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley... Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley... Dust on the road, sun on the skin, Mama still prays when the night comes in. No gold in the pocket, no shoes on the stone, But the drum keeps talking, we are not alone. Little brother running with a dream in his eyes, Old radio crying under red hot skies. Hands full of work, heart full of flame, Hard life calling, but we don’t feel shame. When the rain don’t fall, We still hear that call. When the night gets colder, We stand like soldiers. Africana drama, Fire in the rain. We cry for tomorrow, But we dance through the pain. Africana drama, Sun upon the skin. Life can break the body, But the soul won’t give in. Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley, We keep moving, moving. Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley, Heart still grooving, grooving. No easy road, no golden gate, We plant our hope in a field of faith. Sister got dreams, brother got scars, Talking to God while he looks at the stars. Fast step, hot ground, bassline rolling, Tambourine shake when the pain starts calling. Gusli sing high like an old lost soul, Poor man rich when he don’t lose control. Step by step through the heat and pressure, No treasure, but the love feel better. Red dust rising when the drums ignite, We survive, we shine, we fight. Bumba-bumba, heart like thunder, Hard times try but we don’t go under. From the village light to the moonlit sky, We dance so the dream don’t die. Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley... Fire in the rain... Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley... We dance through the pain… Africana drama, Fire in the rain. We cry for tomorrow, But we dance through the pain. Africana drama, Sun upon the skin. Life can break the body, But the soul won’t give in. Oy-da, oy-da, oy-da-ley... Africana drama... We keep moving... Soul won’t give in...