Lionshead

Lyrics

I've been reminiscing about Jozi today Chakalak, fat-cakes, and three dollar wine And all that good stuff But also remembering what the end of the world looked like Some wild shit we saw while ridin' a bike Shit looked like the Taj Mahal But ain't no gator dancin' And the only Skip you might see last name is Gates But that camera crew that came too late Gold Reef City Feelin' Lucky and also scary 'Cause these niggas know we not family I don't speak no Zulu, Xhosa, or Sotho And the only thing I got for you is universal negro head nod Or should I say, Bantu? But fuck that! We namin' ourselves; reclaiming ourselves I'll call it how I see it and move accordingly Tryin' to do this rap shit, 'cause I got so much to say So why not put it on the beat In Africa, America, and beyond Tryin' to transgress the boundaries While respectin' the specificity of location Which allows me to truly understand The difference between Madiba and Dr. King By also recognizing the sameness And the Disney revisionist histories imposed upon them By those who shall remain nameless And hopefully, that will remove some power But I was told by my husband To call devils by their name And I'm not sure yet As I continue to navigate The difference between accountability And shame Either way Free the land Decriminalized sex work And flushing toilets should have been for all And until then ZA Hopefully to celebrate Rhodes' fall And that motherfucker, Botha too