Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
From the golden coast of Ghana
To the bondage of Grenada
You kept the dream of hope alive
They burned your body
They cursed your blackness
But they could not take your light
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
Raped and beaten
Every baby taken
Starved and sold and sold again
But ain’t you a woman
Of love deservin’
Ain’t it somethin’ you survived
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
You dreamt of home
You dreamt of freedom
You died a slave, you died alone
You came from warriors
They once built empires
Ashanti’s kingdom carries on
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
You were forgotten
Almost forsaken
Your children founded generations
Your strength sustained them
They won their freedom
Traced their roots to find you waiting
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How far your spirit’s flown
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We are home
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We are home
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
From the golden coast of Ghana
To the bondage of Grenada
You kept the dream of hope alive
They burned your body
They cursed your blackness
But they could not take your light
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
Raped and beaten
Every baby taken
Starved and sold and sold again
But ain’t you a woman
Of love deservin’
Ain’t it somethin’ you survived
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
You dreamt of home
You dreamt of freedom
You died a slave, you died alone
You came from warriors
They once built empires
Ashanti’s kingdom carries on
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How does your spirit fly
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We have life
You were forgotten
Almost forsaken
Your children founded generations
Your strength sustained them
They won their freedom
Traced their roots to find you waiting
Quasheba, Quasheba
You’re free now
You’re free now
How far your spirit’s flown
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We are home
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
By the grace of your strength
We are home
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