Dirty, Dusty Chris Hani Roads raised this young woman
Memories captured in those dusty corners are the knit of best moments of my life
First scorching kiss happened in those sooty lanes
From a tomboy with only Jeans to a young lady who wear skirts n dresses. From caps to weaves
Moments in time, back in those boulevards memories flash like city street lights
Jacaranda hit me every night, missing my old good days.
Cut and s-curl proudly natural beauty
Tired of weaves and wigs time to go back to my side roads
Good girl gone bad, Miss the smell of tea bags we smoked
Chicken feet have tasted great. We all knew mashifane road
I miss the smell of the rain, texture sun rays in my soul
I fell in love in those roads n damn I felt Unloved in the same roads
Spring time, best days we ever had
In those grieving, brownish, rusty roads I met you
I know all the roads that lead me back home where my heart is
Where I started this dream I hustle to achieve
Those misty roads still burn the fire in heart
And turn my soul into flames
