I know how Madiba felt
Every time the pains pelt
His mind and the walls melt
The love of his people tied around him like a belt
The emotional struggle in his mind to stay alive
Not to bury his country's freedom made him live
Through torture he persevered…inspired
To give death to the racism of life
Every time his name was sung in the streets
Dust ruptured and the people tortured their feet
Dancing for hope that cannot be split
Bring back Nelson Mandela to Soweto bridge
For 27 years he waited like a genie in a bottle
Holding unto life, gathering the throttle
To give freedom to 'Aristotle'
Who holds plans 'he' wishes to scuttle
Am glad every time I hear Nelson Mandela!!
It should give hope to people of 'Madalla'
Who has blood stains in hidden babariga
Freedom is perseverance…ask ''Babangida''
I can imagine the joy when Nelson Mandela was freed
The streets was filled with reeds
Even the gods haven't such honour, even in Greece!
Dried bones rattled in Zulu…look at his deeds!
Doves couldn’t fly about, they flew in thick
clusters
They was no space to the Xhosa master
Sun of Shaka Zulu with a golden scepter
Freedom Mandela they all hailed!...all the street Rasta's
I know how it felt when he was free
Like a phoenix, he always dreamt, big dreams!
Of such a great day…in his dreams he had nightmares
He never knew he may have to sleep 27 years before
the gleam!
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