A lion doesn't give birth to dog.

I belong to clan a of lions. 

Lions that roar in battle array.

Our father a might lion 

He stands upon mount Zion.

Like Muphasa on pride rock.

He looks into the savannah and sees his children.

In the sky our mother flies.

The queen of all the birds so high and mighty 

The eagle, she flys with great agility.

And trains us to fly.

We are a different breed in the hands of our parents.

Spread across the earth, we are asked to take over and rule.

From birth they sang songs that put in us the desire to lead.

I hear their voices" you shall be the head and not the tail". 

They didn't just say it, they live it.

For my father the king of the jungle.

My mother rules the sky. 

They hold us like arrows in a quiver and shot us to the ends of the earth .

That is why everyone in this clan must,

Mount up with wings like our mother.

Our strength is that of the lion.

So whenever you see us be sure we must roar.

For our roar is how we speak with our father.