Mandela
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Take a man butcher him like a rat
For centuries preach he is not a man
Steal his gold make your pocket very fat
White man
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
If we need to redeem the great Zimbabwe to it's glorious times
We need to go back and stamp our feet to the ground
And dance to the beat of the drum
Disappear in the spirit of the crowd
And sweat our knees till it rains
And wake up Murungu father of Africa
Man
White man listen
You came to my kingdom grabbed my land
And preached the kingdom come
I have seen your kingdom it's full of shit
You killed your first born son
No wonder your daughter is busting
her head In the mad with a fucking gun
White man what's wrong
Ati twaba bonse mu commonwealth
Iye ubufi iye
I'm proud to be black
You can give your back
You can read my face
I don't give a fuck
You can pick up a rock convince your people
That I'm not I'm not man enough
I've had it rough i'm an African child my skin is fucking tough
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Take a man butcher him like a rat
For centuries preach he is not a man
Steal his gold make your pocket very fat
White man
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
If we need to redeem the great Zimbabwe to it's glorious times
We need to go back and stamp our feet to the ground
And dance to the beat of the drum
Disappear in the spirit of the crowd
And sweat our knees till it rains
And wake up Murungu father of Africa
Man
White man listen
You came to my kingdom grabbed my land
And preached the kingdom come
I have seen your kingdom it's full of shit
You killed your first born son
No wonder your daughter is busting
her head In the mad with a fucking gun
White man what's wrong
Ati twaba bonse mu commonwealth
Iye ubufi iye
I'm proud to be black
You can give your back
You can read my face
I don't give a fuck
You can pick up a rock convince your people
That I'm not I'm not man enough
I've had it rough i'm an African child my skin is fucking tough
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
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Writer(s): Martin Chishimba
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