Look man,
I was born there.
I mean bred there.
I mean without the bread.
Viva was all I had.Yoo
The people sang Amandla and the streets were red.
Liberation was a dream that we never had.
As I took a back seat on my mummas back,
And I looked over the shoulder and saw the hurt.
Mumma let me kill this song for you,
After all this years this is Uhuru.