Hot Days, I’m Worked up and the voice in my head won’t shut
“You're meant for more than this.
Stuck in a rut, dug up with excuses”
Oh Holy Man with your Moses sandals and your out stretched had
You want my Five Rand
I want your Freedom
God's gift is nature. I got a view of an industrial structure
This city Is a mosquito
Sucking the life outa working class people.
Oh holy man, walking between the cars in the traffic jam
You want My Five Rand
I want you freedom
He’s got a holy tongue
Fever and a fire filled sky
His got a will to live and a reason to die
His got 6 digits of freedom but not a cent in the bank
“where’s your soul buddy?? It in a hole buddy