of, of Soweto.
whoa, From to Soweto, A soul in the ghetto. Back from the Indies, When I'm in the let my mind echo, of Soweto. And anywhere we go, I'm you know, The of a street soul.
man, I was there. I mean there. I mean the bread. was all I had. The people sang Amandla and the were red. Liberation was a that we never had. As I a back seat on my mumma's back, And I over the shoulder and I saw the hurt. Mumma let me kill this for you, After all these this is Uhuru.
whoa, From to Soweto, A soul in the ghetto. from the West Indies, When I'm in the let my mind echo, of Soweto. And anywhere we go, I'm you know, The of a street soul.
I stepped off a jet plane I'm in S.A again, With the of change and the feelings' the same. And the lines on my hands are as as this land. But it wasn't so, reminds me of home.
Mumma let me kill song for you, After all years this is Uhuru.
whoa, oh, yeh.
of.
whoa, oh, yeh.
of Soweto.
whoa, oh, yeh.
of.
whoa, oh, yeh.
of Soweto.
What our in times of, I exemplify.
From to Soweto, A street in the ghetto. Back from the Indies, I'm in the city let my mind echo, of Soweto. And anywhere we go, I'm you know, The of a street soul.
What our memories in of, I exemplify.
Mumma let me this song for you, After all these years is Uhuru.
What our in times of, I exemplify.
Mumma let me kill song for you, After all these this is Uhuru.