Probably its not true, anyway can it be?
Though times of stations and ashes
but to you and I the fallen still neva break.
Cried for love but it was evaporated as
they lay them six feet underground.
Maybe it was a magic but I guess it wasnt?
The rise of all warriors of Ibutho lesizwe
headed by Shaka Zulu.
Was it still cause of depression via oppression
When thousands sacrifice to lay Nandi.
I fear the stories being told about my country
Walking in the placenta, I heard the voices
calling for no more Afrikaans.
Though I knew the sun that shall burn
all man but their passion,moission,vision
assured them honour. Not too long I heard
the screaming along the streets of Soweto:
Neva siren but young lads striving for arriving
though the struggle smuggle their tragedy's
for sure the life another warrior was down
Petersons rest still walking into the freedom
the freedom you and I live today.
Was it still true struggle when the mafias of anger,hatred
role play the son's and daughters of Africa.
Anyway the war started in mind hence
contradiction resulted into complex served by complication.
When a black man hated a black man,
seen his brother as an enemy, mistake and burden creature to kill..
I still ask was it in the struggle that Walter Sisulu
sacrificed his time of pleasure for your leisure and luxury.
too hard the mothers failed to compromised
shout no more dompass sorry for their souls endangered by
a traitor terminator from West.
Pleasure as I treasure the spirit of dedication
Of times of jolling and be romeos
to you tata and Nxamalal, to you all heros
for today Malcom we live the dream.
today you Luther we live through your dream.