Dust on my shoes

Red clay

Bright sun

Kids chase the taxis

Day just begun

Vendor sings soft

Smoke from the pans

Spices in air

Drum in my hands

Grandma just laughs

Says

“Feel where you stand”

Pulse in the ground

Calling the band

That’s the groove of Africa

In your heartbeat

In your feet

From the coast to the savannah

Every cousin

Every street

We don’t learn it

We remember

Every clap and every chant

That’s the groove of Africa

Let it move what fear can’t

Church doors are open

Choir off-key

Still it sounds perfect

Still it sounds free

Taxi man tapping

Thumb on the wheel

Even the traffic

Got something to feel

That’s the groove of Africa

In your heartbeat

In your feet

From the coast to the savannah

Every cousin

Every street

We don’t learn it

We remember

Every clap and every chant

That’s the groove of Africa

Let it move what fear can’t

Name one place

Where silence lives here

Even at night

You hear us near

Laughter like thunder

Feet in the sand

History passing

Right through your hands (oh)

That’s the groove of Africa

In your heartbeat

In your feet

From the coast to the savannah

Every cousin

Every street

We don’t learn it

We remember

Every clap and every chant

That’s the groove of Africa

Let it move what fear can’t

Track from the album "Culture Clash"