Testo Chimurenga Soul

Self-declared, Chirumenga Soul.

Struggling to stay true to the bone...
Rose-tinted glasses were left at home a long time ago, I:

Keep the dissillusion at bay,
When he comes knocking I chase him away,
I put on the angriest face so he can't see I'm just hungry.
Booze makes the blues go away,
Lies on the news everyday...

Telling me- that I'm free to choose..
Things i don't need anyway.

I'm a Chimurenga Soul!
And I'll just keep fighting to have my say

Doing it day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day...