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In the moment
for the
moment
my a moment has come
to rise up move on volume take the fore front and tell my story
cool vibes falling into my ear drums
I just left Luweero Triangle the then home of gunshot melody
now a bad memory I bring to your brothers and sisters harmony
both musical and physical to feed not only your minds but heal your damaged souls
brothers and sisters the moment has come
to speak to and for the speechless Restore hope to the hopeless
Counsel the depressed and oppressed
Beat boxing
Use voice to formulate heavy beats, to mend the broken hearts of our own people
these are the unspoken or untold concrete African stories that I bring to you
feel free to have them replicated
but brothers and sisters that moment has come
to speak the truth and only the truth that music is more than just the Art or the Science
of fusing, just the Art or Science of fusing
vocal instrumental sounds to produce
beauty of form, harmony
an expression of emotion.
Its I, you and them too, its our indigenous stories that must be told by us
I use my eyes to write codes, notes and bars
recording them to my psyche, I then begin playing my instrument
Siriyo kankomango siriyo Rosemary
Tukaba turisize tuzanisa obukyenkye.
Obwanje bwanyebwayo nagarikayo okubwenda
Nashangayo kankomango yanteka omukishaho twaponga
Twaponga, twaponga
Yanteka omukishaho twaponga
Ask me for my intsrument, you just heard it
I play voice