Yeah
For months and for days
I've been wondering when
This war is going to end
So I can see all of my friends
And now I'm sitting here and staring at the fence
Why, why
Cause I'm a soldier
Day one, ng'ya vuka, sey'a suka, seng'ya mover on
Day two, ng'ya phusha, fede le soldier sel'ya guba
On day three, I'm lazy, I'm crazy, I'm facing
Imihla nange mihla 'gwanya 'masonja ne gravy
Day four, ng'ya 'qhuba 'nyawo nazo sez'ya dumba
On day five, 'vela 'mablista, so ng'ya wa hluba ntwana
Khafula 'ma bullets, angeke 'wa kutse nje nge mvula 'cause
Sekunzima manje
nje nge razor seng'ya sika
On day six, 'khomba 'Vutta
Abo lova ng'ya ba groet
Ng'ya phafuza, ng'ya khafula
Futhi flow nje ngo mfula
Microphone izo juluka
Maw' sdakwa uzo buzuka
Son, maw' lambile 'zo sutha
Khokho vula, seng'ya dlula
March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier
March, march
January, February, March nje nge soldier
March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier
March, march
January, February, March nje nge soldier
When the sun starts to shine, can't predict life
If you keep on telling lies, I'll crush you like mice
Ngiy' soldier from Daveyton, tshela mina 'funa uk' thini
This is the life I'm living e kasi
It's me telling you the truth again
Style sam' siku vusa ek'seni
Camouflage, boots on, my suitcase, again
Again, please again
It's me telling you the truth again
Style sam' siku vusa ek'seni
Angek' ungenze nex
Ng'ya kwazi 'faka stress
When it comes to 'Aby Fab' there's no one to contest
Forever make it burst
That's why you get cursed
And now I'm on my knees, shout out to Jah Bless
That's why you rise and fall
I'm going to stand tall
Strike once, strike twice, then I kick you like a ball, ah
I'm the General, that's why I'm in control
In life you got to work, so I've got it, overall
Yeah
For months and for days
I've been wondering when
This war is going to end
So I can see all of my friends
And now I'm sitting here and staring at the fence
Why, why
Cause I'm a soldier
March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier
March, march
January, February, March nje nge soldier
March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier
March, march
January, February, March nje nge soldier
As I told you, I'm a soldier
Shit
Nje nge pitbull seng'ya luma ntwana
Drain 'futha ntwana
Nje ngo Kinte, seng'ya Kunta ntwana
Day seven, eight, nine and ten, sez'ya shuba ntwana
Shit
Will I live to see day eleven
Because I got a dream to turn my hood streets into a Heaven
I'm an O.J, shout out to the young G
We are out here hustling bona ba busy ngama Orgy
Nga vuka ngo seven
Soku day eleven and I'm still alive, only 'cause I had to beat the devil
Yeah
For months and for days
I've been wondering when
This war is going to end
So I can see all of my friends
And now I'm sitting here and staring at the fence
Why, why
Cause I'm a soldier
March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier
March, march
January, February, March nje nge soldier
Politically-charged rhymes from the nation's capital; dusty soul grooves, mixed with uncompromising societal views. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2017
