BERLIN CONFERENC
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2026-10-10 13:09:47
Lyrics
[INTRO]
BERLIN CONFERENCE (1884–1885)
Roots Reggae
VERSE 1
Eighteen eighty-four, the story began, European powers made their colonial plans. Bismarck called the meeting, the nations came through, Deciding Africa's future without African views.
Britain and France, Germany in the place, Portugal and Belgium joined the race. They sat around the table, drawing lines on our land, Who gave them the right? Who gave them command?
Where were our kings? Where were our chiefs? Who spoke for the people? Who answered their grief? Africa had nations, traditions and names, Before foreign empires came playing their games.
CHORUS
Berlin Conference, hear the people cry! Who divided Africa beneath the European sky? Berlin Conference, history must be told, Who gave them the right to partition our home?
Draw your lines, but the roots still grow! Hide the truth, but the truth will show! Africa remembers, let the whole world know, You can divide the land, but the roots won't go!
[VERSE 2]
They talked about trade, they talked about peace, While their hunger for power would never cease. The Congo was caught in a brutal design, As foreign exploitation crossed the colonial line.
Our minerals taken, our labour controlled, Our lands were claimed for their empire's gold. Families divided by borders they drew, While African voices were silenced and few.
Tell me, who benefited? Tell me, who paid? Who built their fortunes from the wealth they made? Who worked on the land that their fathers had known, Only to find that the land was no longer their own?
CHORUS
Berlin Conference, hear the people cry! Who divided Africa beneath the European sky? Berlin Conference, history must be told, Who gave them the right to partition our home?
Draw your lines, but the roots still grow! Hide the truth, but the truth will show! Africa remembers, let the whole world know, You can divide the land, but the roots won't go!
[VERSE 3]
Before those borders, our kingdoms stood tall, Our people had cultures, our people had laws. Farmers grew food, and the blacksmiths made steel, Our ancestors had knowledge, their achievements were real.
Now teach the children the truth of the past, How colonial borders were established to last. Let every generation investigate and learn, For the pages of history have lessons to discern.
No hatred for nations, no revenge in our name, But justice demands that we speak of the pain. From east to west, let our consciousness grow, Africa knows her history, and now we must know!
FINAL CHORUS
Berlin Conference, hear the people cry! Who divided Africa beneath the European sky? Berlin Conference, the truth will unfold, Africa is more than a territory bought and sold!
Draw your lines, but the roots still grow! Hide the truth, but the truth will show! Africa remembers, let the whole world know, Our roots run deep, and our spirit won't go!
OUTRO
Eighteen eighty-four! Eighteen eighty-five! African history must remain alive!
Berlin Conference, remember the name, The map was divided, but our roots remain!
Africa, rise! Africa, know! The truth is the seed, let the knowledge grow!
(BEAT END)
WELLZ MADE IT.
BERLIN CONFERENCE (1884–1885)
Roots Reggae
VERSE 1
Eighteen eighty-four, the story began, European powers made their colonial plans. Bismarck called the meeting, the nations came through, Deciding Africa's future without African views.
Britain and France, Germany in the place, Portugal and Belgium joined the race. They sat around the table, drawing lines on our land, Who gave them the right? Who gave them command?
Where were our kings? Where were our chiefs? Who spoke for the people? Who answered their grief? Africa had nations, traditions and names, Before foreign empires came playing their games.
CHORUS
Berlin Conference, hear the people cry! Who divided Africa beneath the European sky? Berlin Conference, history must be told, Who gave them the right to partition our home?
Draw your lines, but the roots still grow! Hide the truth, but the truth will show! Africa remembers, let the whole world know, You can divide the land, but the roots won't go!
[VERSE 2]
They talked about trade, they talked about peace, While their hunger for power would never cease. The Congo was caught in a brutal design, As foreign exploitation crossed the colonial line.
Our minerals taken, our labour controlled, Our lands were claimed for their empire's gold. Families divided by borders they drew, While African voices were silenced and few.
Tell me, who benefited? Tell me, who paid? Who built their fortunes from the wealth they made? Who worked on the land that their fathers had known, Only to find that the land was no longer their own?
CHORUS
Berlin Conference, hear the people cry! Who divided Africa beneath the European sky? Berlin Conference, history must be told, Who gave them the right to partition our home?
Draw your lines, but the roots still grow! Hide the truth, but the truth will show! Africa remembers, let the whole world know, You can divide the land, but the roots won't go!
[VERSE 3]
Before those borders, our kingdoms stood tall, Our people had cultures, our people had laws. Farmers grew food, and the blacksmiths made steel, Our ancestors had knowledge, their achievements were real.
Now teach the children the truth of the past, How colonial borders were established to last. Let every generation investigate and learn, For the pages of history have lessons to discern.
No hatred for nations, no revenge in our name, But justice demands that we speak of the pain. From east to west, let our consciousness grow, Africa knows her history, and now we must know!
FINAL CHORUS
Berlin Conference, hear the people cry! Who divided Africa beneath the European sky? Berlin Conference, the truth will unfold, Africa is more than a territory bought and sold!
Draw your lines, but the roots still grow! Hide the truth, but the truth will show! Africa remembers, let the whole world know, Our roots run deep, and our spirit won't go!
OUTRO
Eighteen eighty-four! Eighteen eighty-five! African history must remain alive!
Berlin Conference, remember the name, The map was divided, but our roots remain!
Africa, rise! Africa, know! The truth is the seed, let the knowledge grow!
(BEAT END)
WELLZ MADE IT.
Style of Music
Jamaican roots reggae , Reggae, Male Vocals, Chanting, Vocal Effects