[male vocals] Yeah,
check
the
rhythm
Eight
hearts,
one
story
From
the
dust
to
the
gold
Listen
Eight
of
us
standing
in
the
cold,
rain
hitting
the
floor
Neglected
by
the
man
we
called
father,
pushed
behind
the
door
Senate
Kandebele,
you
were
distant,
you
were
cold
Under
Agnes
Munsheke’
s
thumb,
our
futures
were
sold
We
were
orphans
of
the
struggle,
children
of
the
strife
Tracing
the
lineage
of
Kalofya,
fighting
for
a
life
She
whispered
in
your
ear,
you
turned
your
back
on
your
own
Left
us
to
wander
in
the
shadows,
waiting
for
a
home
Now
we
made
a
name,
yeah,
we
climbed
up
the
mountain
high
Built
a
legacy
from
nothing,
beneath
a
wider
sky
And
now
you’
re
knocking
at
the
door,
asking
for
a
space
But
can
you
heal
the
scars
written
all
over
this
place?
Do
we
let
the
past
slide?
Do
we
open
up
the
gate?
Or
do
we
leave
the
memory
of
the
love
that
turned
to
hate?
Hardship
was
our
teacher,
struggle
was
our
friend
We
learned
to
mend
the
broken
pieces,
learned
how
to
transcend
We
don't
need
the
money,
we
don't
need
the
fame
you
bring
We
just
need
the
truth,
that’
s
the
only
song
we
sing
Agnes
watched
us
suffer
while
you
looked
the
other
way
Now
the
sun
is
shining,
we
found
a
better
day
Is
it
blood
or
is
it
paper?
Is
it
love
or
is
it
pride?
We’
re
weighing
up
the
options
with
nowhere
left
to
hide
Now
we
made
a
name,
yeah,
we
climbed
up
the
mountain
high
Built
a
legacy
from
nothing,
beneath
a
wider
sky
And
now
you’
re
knocking
at
the
door,
asking
for
a
space
But
can
you
heal
the
scars
written
all
over
this
place?
Do
we
let
the
past
slide?
Do
we
open
up
the
gate?
Or
do
we
leave
the
memory
of
the
love
that
turned
to
hate?
Can
you
forgive
the
silence?
Can
you
forgive
the
lie?
We’
re
looking
in
the
mirror,
watching
years
go
passing
by
Eight
souls
standing
strong,
descendants
of
the
grace
We
don't
need
a
phantom
shadow
running
in
this
race
Now
we
made
a
name,
yeah,
we
climbed
up
the
mountain
high
Built
a
legacy
from
nothing,
beneath
a
wider
sky
And
now
you’
re
knocking
at
the
door,
asking
for
a
space
But
can
you
heal
the
scars
written
all
over
this
place?
Do
we
let
the
past
slide?
Do
we
open
up
the
gate?
Or
do
we
leave
the
memory
of
the
love
that
turned
to
hate?
Yeah,
it’
s
complicated
Eight
of
us,
one
choice
Senate,
we
see
you
But
the
legacy
is
ours
Walk
away,
walk
away
It’
s
time
to
move
on
Yeah,
we
made
it
on
our
own