Toast to our Differences (feat. Shungudzo, Protoje & Hak Baker)

Is being taken seriously by the Minister of Africa
Water comes from the-, West Africa, right but
They brought yams and that 'round here
Big shed, plenty of bananas, okra, things like that
You know 'cause I figure you givin' 'em dinner
Mad life, innit? It's somethin' like that (hey!)

I wanna live in a leaderless world, I wonder what that is
Who makes the rules in a leaderless world? I wonder what happens
Without cool kids and presidents
And dark aids, less elephants, ooh
I wanna work in a classless world, I wonder what that's like
And would I work in a classless world? Or would I just get high?
Without rich kids, and immigrants
And big dreams of better things, ooh (hey!)

Let's raise a glass and have a toast to all our differences (ay)
You carry me on your shoulders when I don't know what my limit is
(Yah, yah, yah, yah)
I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies

Huh, woke up inna me feels like
What it means to be loved in real life
What go inspire I to achieve heights
Toast to those that chose the road, we drive
And if you're in the dark, here's a streetlight
How the moon shine bright if you realize
How my mood get right when the weed light
How you soon can't fight rights haffi beat might

And love it affi beat hate
Good over evil, me say it in every detail
Package it, push it, similar to retail
But this one of a kind style, can't resale
Daughter on the way, soon hear your cries
It's gonna be a wonder when I see your eyes
And I wonder where my limit lies
My limit flies, oh, I'm living life (hey!)

Let's raise a glass and have a toast to all our differences (ay)
You carry me on your shoulders when I don't know what my limit is
(Yah, yah, yah, yah)
I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies

It's nice to be here
Darling, geezers and señoritas
Now please catch a breather
You see back in the day, I used to do eaters
Round Gingersmith Avenue, hanging out with hyenas
Oh, and it can to do with bereavement
I know I still have to fight off the demons
I strum the guitar to stop the daydreaming
I strum the guitar and toast to achievement

I speak to my mate Taylor now 'bout business
And now my mind's clear because I ain't got no mistress
As if I went around big fat skunks
It blows my brain up and turns my lung inconsistent
I hope I can give hope to the lads that live that life
And have to spend time in the prison
We gonna do what we like in an instant
My name's Hak Baker, thank you for listening
Yeah, yeah

Let's raise a glass and have a toast to all our differences (ay)
You carry me on your shoulders when I don't know what my limit is
(Yah, yah, yah, yah)
I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies
(Yah, yah, yah, yah)
These mayday boys are living lies
They're living lies

(Hey! Hey! Hey!)