In Croix-des-Missions, where loa spirits roam,
Mama Lola learned the ways of her ancestral home.
Ayiti's magic flows through her veins,
Now in Brooklyn, where two worlds entertain.
"Ayibobo!" her followers cry,
As candles flicker 'neath the twilight sky.
Asson in hand, she shakes the sacred beads,
Calling forth the spirits her people need.
From Port-au-Prince to Flatbush Avenue,
Mama Lola's power rings true.
Mama Lola dances, feet bare on sacred ground,
Channeling spirits as drums resound.
She heals the broken, guides the lost,
Wisdom shining through every cost.
The veil is thin where her power resides,
Mama Lola reigns, with loa by her side.
In a basement shrine, sweet with burning herbs,
Mama Lola's presence soothes urban nerves.
City lights flicker like stars long gone,
While Ayiti's spirit carries on.
Veve patterns chalk-drawn on the floor,
As Papa Legba opens the door.
Worshippers sway, caught in trance's thrall,
While she invokes Erzulie, love's clarion call.
Rum and flames, offerings to the divine,
Bridging Haiti's past with present time.
From mountaintop to city's heart,
Mama Lola's wisdom sets her apart.
Mama Lola dances, feet bare on sacred ground,
Channeling spirits as drums resound.
She heals the broken, guides the lost,
Wisdom shining through every cost.
The veil is thin where her power resides,
Mama Lola reigns, with loa by her side.
When the spirits rise, and candles burn bright,
(Spirits rise, candles bright)
Mama Lola's chant rings deep into the night.
(Rings into the night)
Gede's laughter carries on the midnight breeze,
(Midnight breeze, laughter weaves)
While Baron dances, the living brought to their knees.
(Baron dances, brought to their knees)
Drumbeats pulse, guiding lost souls home,
Mama Lola calls, her power fully shown.
With sacred herbs and whispered plea,
The veil between fades, and all can see.
Mama Lola dances, feet bare on sacred ground,
Channeling spirits as drums resound.
She heals the broken, guides the lost,
Wisdom shining through every cost.
The veil is thin where her power resides,
Mama Lola reigns, with loa by her side.
As dawn breaks over Brooklyn's streets,
Mama Lola's work is never complete.
Her whispers heal, her eyes foresee,
Two worlds made one through her energy.