What is joy, a word so profound
One syllable, one say, one sound
An adjective, a verb, a way of life
Called highs of happiness
That we chase to be exiled
And we think we've made it through
December's and weekends
But the truth is as a nation
Those are our very weak ends
In South Africa our land
Phalafala should
Be the plan but instead
We're giving Phala Phala it's sad
How we're spiritually grieving
In need of a load of shedding
Our skins to figure
Out who we truly are
Black Kings or Kins
Abangoni, we were never in sin
This land of milk and honey was our Act
But 1913 sadly became a fact
In all honesty
We just want our land back
Intact but masculinity be her defect
Think about the impact
Of barren semen fertilizing our lands
UNomkhubulwane is crying
For her mother's hand
Where do you stand?
Nelson I'm numb
For we are still fighting
94 has turned to 20 something
2024, we will be lining
Our nations still at war
We need redefining
The baton was long dropped
No relay in running
Apartheid's shadow still
Hover in darkness
I'm afraid we've lost
Sight of what this plot is
Our leaders make deals in the sand
While we suffer the loses
No meals to our hand
In South Africa our land
We shall stand
In South Africa our land
We shall stand