ASE’

The wind blows with the wailing of our ancestors dreams, corrupted destiny of the American demons, the land of the free?… The chains we still see.

Take the woes to Obeah, initiate the secret ceremony of blood and fire, drenched with cotton stain whelps, we wear our confessions like doom.

Hiding our smiles from the master’s who lashes at our hearts with fear and despair, we unfurl the dust off our souls and cry out to Loa to shackle off the oppressor’s religion.

Dancing vigorously underneath the moon consuming the spirits of God who reminds us we are sacred, let not this foreign country alienate our gifts. Wandering through the fortress to identify with the roots of the awakening being.

Cast out all fears for we are the serpent spirit of honey and rainbows, eloquent and dramatic, the thrill of the conjuring madness.

Our chants and whispers of magic through musical prayer, roar through our bones. We invoke the Gods within ourselves to create divinity in this nightmare of captivity, our souls become the higher consciousness of being, Ase!