I know my identity
Therefore I will arise
With truth and determination
I have set my right foot in history
Goodbye shackles
I long to see you black land
To smell sweet aroma of your freedom
My blood boils in my veins
When I remember \"Isukuti\" dance festivals
In my chains I cry
Tell momma am coming
Show Papa leg irons have eaten me
But tell my people my skin have not changed
Iam still black a son of Black soil
Found in banks of river Yala
There is a plague in this foreign land
That eats my own skin and blood
Evils are the mind of our masters
My sisters are sex toys in their masters bedroom
Our values are destroyed
Across great oceans we sailed
Uncle Mandla fell sick and weak
With chains on my hands and legs
I could not help him from those fierce wolves
His body was fed to sharks
Tears is my food and shame my close friend
No maps no direction but I have decided
Iam coming back home
Our masters are not people
They are beasts in white clothes
Their white hands are full of innocent blood
Their mouth is full of viper\'s poison
Don\'t allow them in our homes
For they are coming to enslave you again
Fret not I am coming back home