[Verse]
Living in a broke and broken nation
Broken hearts and broken peace of mind
We reach to find a common line but gini-coefficient high (Too high)
At times I'm riding by the Houghton side at traffic lights
A black deprived will look in my eyes
I shy away from guilt with pride
Green light so I drive away
Think about the house I stay compared to what he has to lay on
We play songs to remind ourselves about the life they pray on
When they're gone, we'll still be singing the same songs
Still be singing the same songs

[Chorus]
Wait, hold on
The time is to come
So stay strong
It's waiting for you

[Verse]
I blossomed on the grass that burns when autumn calls
The leaves that fall when sorrow starts
You would think there's tears in my eyes the way they water on
A reminder that the world will always rumble on
But planes will swoop down
And names that burned fires are etched in grave stones now
Plainly there's no culmination greater than a nation
That has suffered more than payments made to foreign players
Wake and see the vacancy that has been left in ANC leaders
And the hearts of the dreamers
To see a world that's not engulfed in smoke, that's just a facade
A mob that fuels terror is just a terrorised mob
Politicians hands under the table, terrorist arms
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Pause
I've seen him bow when there was no applause
Forever more he sees the cracks that surface on the floor
He scrubbed the blood but don't you know that when it rains it pours
The sky is only the limit for when the thunder roars
And so he falls, drowning in his grief
Praying for the powers that siege to let him breathe
Coughing up blood till the day he is released
And when he barks we spitting back with those blood stains on our teeth
And I don't know if the blood on my chains is what makes me free
I puff my chest slow every time I'm struggling to breathe
And I'm a cannibalistic, euphemistic capitalist
If I'm eating, only focus on costs of the damages
So I read Biko, building anger from that guilt
The roofs falling on the homeless the way the foundation built
My dirty fist up, I want to see the dust rise
But will I see ads when revolution is televised
And who am I?