作词 : Lewis Manyenya
作曲 : Lewis Manyenya
Yo...
It's what it is man,
Its what it is man,
Yeah
The nostalgia,
Street - soccer after school as a youngin,
A miss kick with my bare foot, a big toe swollen,
Joga - bonito had a couple ankles broken,
Pass it to Twatwa if you tired gon' keep the ball rolling,
and Luis Figo my idol,
so it be number seven,
On the back of my jersey,
Applied chalk to my black tee, to put it in writing,
Yeah you had to be worthy,
Just to kick it with the mandem,
I had bend it like Beckham.
2 bricks upright for goal posts,
It was no joke,
The top corner luxury for most of my folk,
No choice but be creative cause our pockets were dead broke,
Extra time with my Negus the min we see smoke,
From our houses,
Meaning that dinner is taking longer,
Lights out in the kitchen, nothing, new to my mother,
And my father always paid the bills but,
Our country was shambles we discovered,
So candles if not generator
I used to be embarrassed about it,
Now I
rock my flag like a dashiki homie,
DNA Zimbabwean yeah you can’t tell me nothing
DNA of a survivor in ain’t afraid of nothing
my negus,
I used to be embarrassed about it,
Now I
rock my flag like a dashiki homie,
DNA Zimbabwean yeah you can’t tell me nothing
DNA of a survivor in ain’t afraid of nothing
Zimbabwe on mind bruh.
My people on their knees for a long time,
We been praying for some changes but
We aint got none,
Hoping God’s listening, and hustle till I get mine.
Zimbabwe on mind bruh.
My people on their knees for a long time,
We been praying for some changes but
We aint got none,
Hoping God’s listening, and hustle till I get mine.
Working a 9 to 5 to keep my dreams alive
A Few things I want to do before I'm 45,
Drop an album, build a school,
To give these kids a better view,
But I don't know how to do it,
When I can barely survive...
And all these people around me say I should be on insta
Buy an outfit and get an iPhone
get an outfit,
Get a better filter.
And the captions,
They got be the realest ever
But since when does good music come from perfect pictures?
And how can I, when I'm trying to send my mama a cheque
I've been working for a year and I even bought her a dress
I feel ashamed cause she always made my dreams come first
And all I got is just a promise,
Like Ma imma pay you back...
Like mama I’m gonna do it,
Farfetched I know
But imma still chase it.
I won’t tire,
Keep dropping that fire,
Until my soul is retired
Said I’ll keep dropping that fire,
til my soul is retired
Zimbabwe on mind bruh.
My people on their knees for a long time
We been praying for some changes but
We aint got none
Hoping God’s listening, and hustle till I get mine
作词 : Lewis Manyenya
作曲 : Lewis Manyenya
Yo...
It's what it is man,
Its what it is man,
Yeah
The nostalgia,
Street - soccer after school as a youngin,
A miss kick with my bare foot, a big toe swollen,
Joga - bonito had a couple ankles broken,
Pass it to Twatwa if you tired gon' keep the ball rolling,
and Luis Figo my idol,
so it be number seven,
On the back of my jersey,
Applied chalk to my black tee, to put it in writing,
Yeah you had to be worthy,
Just to kick it with the mandem,
I had bend it like Beckham.
2 bricks upright for goal posts,
It was no joke,
The top corner luxury for most of my folk,
No choice but be creative cause our pockets were dead broke,
Extra time with my Negus the min we see smoke,
From our houses,
Meaning that dinner is taking longer,
Lights out in the kitchen, nothing, new to my mother,
And my father always paid the bills but,
Our country was shambles we discovered,
So candles if not generator
I used to be embarrassed about it,
Now I
rock my flag like a dashiki homie,
DNA Zimbabwean yeah you can’t tell me nothing
DNA of a survivor in ain’t afraid of nothing
my negus,
I used to be embarrassed about it,
Now I
rock my flag like a dashiki homie,
DNA Zimbabwean yeah you can’t tell me nothing
DNA of a survivor in ain’t afraid of nothing
Zimbabwe on mind bruh.
My people on their knees for a long time,
We been praying for some changes but
We aint got none,
Hoping God’s listening, and hustle till I get mine.
Zimbabwe on mind bruh.
My people on their knees for a long time,
We been praying for some changes but
We aint got none,
Hoping God’s listening, and hustle till I get mine.
Working a 9 to 5 to keep my dreams alive
A Few things I want to do before I'm 45,
Drop an album, build a school,
To give these kids a better view,
But I don't know how to do it,
When I can barely survive...
And all these people around me say I should be on insta
Buy an outfit and get an iPhone
get an outfit,
Get a better filter.
And the captions,
They got be the realest ever
But since when does good music come from perfect pictures?
And how can I, when I'm trying to send my mama a cheque
I've been working for a year and I even bought her a dress
I feel ashamed cause she always made my dreams come first
And all I got is just a promise,
Like Ma imma pay you back...
Like mama I’m gonna do it,
Farfetched I know
But imma still chase it.
I won’t tire,
Keep dropping that fire,
Until my soul is retired
Said I’ll keep dropping that fire,
til my soul is retired
Zimbabwe on mind bruh.
My people on their knees for a long time
We been praying for some changes but
We aint got none
Hoping God’s listening, and hustle till I get mine