as i look up at the buildings on pritchard street the sun is splashing my face there's a maskanda song runnin' round my head who could ever call this an ugly place? when it's so beautiful and my heart's so filled with love and so filled with love for you just like, my first girl
we jo jo wejoziwami bo i'll always come back to you
I kept hearing how sick you were how you'd given up on life and how your children were all tsotsis (gang youth) who only know the language of the knife but they only see jaundiced skin I feel the febrile blood the blood that brings the healing the healing for all
we jo jo wejoziwami bo i'll always come back to you
after all this time you still feed me like the lioness nursing another's young you are my isiginci (guitar) my mealie meal and every mbaqanga song that i've sung you are my imbawula (fire pot) i warm myself at your fire the fire that now needs tending but shall never die
we jo jo wejoziwami bo i'll always come back to you ngizobuyela kuwe njalo bo!
