Jamal Kingston - Out of many, one people

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If you listen closely you'll notice a short history of Jamaica and the pride of Jamaican culture.

© Written by T. Vaessen et al.
Performed by Jamal Kingston
Produced by Old Glory Records (2025)

Lyrics (translated to English):
We were taken from Mama Africa's shore,
Chains on our hands, take our souls to war,
Steal our name, try to steal our tongue,
But they cannot steal the fire that beats in our drum.
Under hot sun, pon sugar cane field,
Tears and sweat are the weapons we wield,
But even in darkness, hope never dies,
Africa still whispers in our heads.

Chorus:
Out of many, one people still,
Different face but one heart real,
From tears and pain to strength and pride,
Jamaica stands up, side by side.

In the hills, Maroon men rise,
Cut chain with courage, freedom in their eyes,
Nannies call, drum beat answers,
War for liberty, no master, no master.
Blood spilled on the road to free,
Emancipation did not come easy,
From fire and lash to broken chain,
Every freedom dollar pays in pain.

[Chorus]

Years have passed, but the struggle remains,
Till Independence lights up the way,
Black for the strength, green for the land,
Gold for the sun in the working man’s hand.
Flags fly high, people bowl and sing,
From colony dust, we rise as kings,
Not one man, but the whole nation,
Step into the future with determination.

Family close, granny still rules,
Respect for elders is of the first school,
Hard time is tough but we bend, don’t break,
Resilience brews in every wake.
Music loud, creativity free,
From street corner corner to global sea,
Reggae beat tells us who we are,
Community is strong like old cotton tree.

[Chorus]

Uncle Bob sings truth in rhyme,
Voice of the sufferer, heart of the time,
First ganjaman forever in spirit,
Teach unity more than gold and merit.
“One Love” echoes across the land,
Poor man finds strength to understand,
Rasta chants for the weak and small,
Rise up now, never bow nor fall.

One God, one breath, one destiny,
Different path but one humanity,
The poorest voice got right to speak,
The humblest soul has got power to reach.

[Chorus]

From Kingston yard to mountain wide,
From barefoot youth to elder pride,
No matter race, no matter creed,
Humanity one — that’s all we need.
One people, one love, one destiny,
All of us are one family.

Historical references (for history lovers):
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaican_Maroons
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanny_of_the_Maroons