Self-declared, Chirumenga Soul
Struggling to stay true to the bone...
Rose-tinted gla**es were left at home a long time ago, I:
Keep the dissillusion at bay
When he comes knocking I chase him away
I put on the angriest face so he can't see I'm just hungry
Booze makes the blues go away
Lies on the news everyday...
Telling me- that I'm free to choose..
Things i don't need anyway
I'm a Chimurenga Soul!
And I'll just keep fighting to have my say
Doing it day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day...