Ashanti...
Mother calls her fiery child.
Ashanti...
The child that proved me a woman...
The child with her father's mind...
Her mother's heart...
Her mother mothers' spirit.
The smile that conquers the
Strong...
And tears that weakens the mighty.
Ashanti...
Her mother's jewel...
Her father's pride.
You alone wander the blurred paths... the sleepless forest...
What are you looking for?
Ashanti...
Come sit with mother for a bit
Ashanti...
Let me make your hair,
'Shuku, just the way u like it,
And adorn your waist with
The finest beads...
So when you dance... the thunder shall applaud...
Let the strongest men
Beat their chest...
Fight the battles and win your heart.
Ashanti...
Wait a while...
Ashanti...
Sit with mother a while...
Ashanti...
You are young
Today...
Ashanti...
You are Loved.
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