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last days fam – indigenous soundcheck كلمات اغاني

[hook]
i’m the pulse in your blood stream
inevitable daybreak and time
i’m the cadence of the beat of your heart
i’m the essence of nation, the colour of soil
i’m the fabric of your conscience
the make-up of your soul

[verse 1]
it’s from the soul y’all, skin-drum struck with a hollow-pipe
a pedi-flow, the horn-blow, the whistle indigenous type
i’m robed with a gown, adorned with a feathered-crown
i’m jewelled with the beads, i wield a spear, k!ll a blood-hound
i’m zulu, descended-seed from a warrior
sub-saharan, battled imperials, euphoria
i scattered most of them across the continent
without an automatic-weapon, my nature made it happen
i’m swazi, nomad the traveller quazi-moto
follow my sand-tracks, my footpath quota
i’m the san, original people that trail-blazed the outskirts
i wrote the first graffiti on the caves
why alter the sacrifice on the altar
i’m xhosa, master, vindication of my culture ‘tu’!
my brethren is all that i have
and they’re close-knit, i roll with them whenever i can
a true crossbreed-through, i’m thorough sotho too
my granddad always told me, “never walk with a crew”
and now i’m caught up, intersecting at enemy lines
i hear the truth; i got an instinct, my family ties…

[hook]
i’m the pulse in your blood stream
inevitable daybreak and time
i’m the cadence of the beat of your heart
i’m the essence of the nation, the colour of the soil
i’m the fabric of your conscience
the make-up of your soul

[verse 2]
i’m inherently rhythmic
ndebele-patterns colour my soul
my bloodline is generically artistic
don’t ever put me in the category of a misfit
when you are less rigid, than spinal-column with a slipped-disk
i’m soul fabric, my material is an -sset
invariable, never question my dialect
i had my future scripted in the past
i’m a child of god, i need to raise my kids with a staff, but never spare the rod
i’m tswana, i’m from the tribe with the potent tongue
i wrote down the riddle of an irony with open-puns
unorthodox mic-rock
i’m certified ancient; never cloned, i’m a fossilized-chatterbox
i’ve been around, i hold my values close to my heart and i’m venda
i love my people because they’re close their god
i hail from the shona region
and trekked through rhodesia to here, but my home is still my eden
hey, i’m tsonga, my people are my hospitality
you’re welcomed stay, come refresh in my locality
if you thirsty, get a drink, and if you’re hungry, i’ll organize
i see your need, i got an instinct, my family ties…

[verse 3]
i’m wide-spread across east, my people are swahili
don’t you ever think i’m weak, just because i show you my humility
i’m a nomad, heavily relational, i collab
i’m from a people that formulate networks with a note-pad
i move with little, and i’m trying to make an honest living
i got the reproach of a lifetime and i’m not repeating
the same things that my ancestors did
i got to leave behind a legacy to take care of the kids
i’m from the khoi people and i’ve learnt to live with little too
i moved across southern parts with knapsacks and native tools
i pitched my tent, where i landed, it was home
a blacksmith, give me iron or stone, nickel or chrome
had to use whatever i had, in order to survive
conditioned to minimalist living, with my sibling’s lives
won’t you take a brief moment and look back?
you’ll find that we’re the same, i got an instinct, my family ties…

- last days fam

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