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...