"Marikana" by Thabiso Molelekeng

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Preferred Band/Artist: The Soil

Deep rooted kutu, harvest that mealie meal so that I can prepare phutu
Only rock my suit when I go to weddings to eat that kuku
Monday morning I wear my butshu
In order to pay school fees for the little one to become a respectable Sotho
Got my overall on and my pride under my feet
Digging for that gold, inhaling vast gases while bearing the heat
10 hours sometimes 12, but I can barely afford to eat while the big guys are riding around in leather office seats
Heard the hymns outside and decided to join the fleet
A thousand men with surplus assegais I swear I could hear my heartbeat when I heard the shots I ran and remembered my little boy
As cops advanced with guns in a manner of a convoy tomorrow morning I decided to take my family back home
Maybe become a Modisana cause I was shocked at what I saw at a place called Marikana