Memories Of Soweto
Memories of
Memories of Soweto
Sing whoa
From London to Soweto
A street soul in the ghetto
Back from the West Indies
When I'm in the city let my mind echo
Memories of Soweto
And anywhere that we go
I'm letting you know
The walk of a street soul
Look man
I was born there
I mean bred there
I mean without the bread
Viva was all I had
The people sang Amandla and the streets were red
Liberation was a dream that we never had
As I took a back seat on my mumma's back
And I looked over the shoulder and I saw the hurt
Mumma let me kill this song for you
After all these years this is Uhuru
Sing whoa
From London to Soweto
A street soul in the ghetto
Back from the West Indies
When I'm in the city let my mind echo
Memories of Soweto
And anywhere that we go
I'm letting you know
The walk of a street soul
I stepped off a jet plane I'm in S.A once again
With the faces of change and the feelings' the same
And the lines on my hands are as free as this land
But it wasn't always so
Still reminds me of home
Mumma let me kill this song for you
After all these years this is Uhuru
Sing whoa
Sing oh
Sing yeh
Memories of
Sing whoa
Sing oh
Sing yeh
Memories of Soweto
Sing whoa
Sing oh
Sing yeh
Memories of
Sing whoa
Sing oh
Sing yeh
Memories of Soweto
What our memories in times of
Inspired I exemplify
From London to Soweto
A street soul in the ghetto
Back from the West Indies
When I'm in the city let my mind echo
Memories of Soweto
And anywhere that we go
I'm letting you know
The walk of a street soul
What our memories in times of
Inspired I exemplify
Mumma let me kill this song for you
After all these years this is Uhuru
What our memories in times of
Inspired I exemplify
Mumma let me kill this song for you
After all these years this is Uhuru