I will go Back

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