Song Lyrics
From apartheid days, a mood that turns, somebody saw him there
she found his papers lying
the bloodshed on these dusty roads
Taking his name, through the ghetto
Tandi heard her call her name, through the ghetto Denalane, that s against the law
they gathered at auntie eve s
A mood that turns, now he s behind the bars, there s guns in the streets again
A mood that turns, ain t no one safe no more
through the ghetto
Ghetto of soweto, when the first shots were fired
They got peterson, she d gone out playing
Tandi heard her call her name, he nearly missed the train this time, they gathered at auntie eve s
The bloodshed on the dusty roads, she found his papers lying, there s about to be a riot
through the ghetto
Tandi heard her call her name, carried by the wind that blows
tandi heard her call her name
The bloodshed on these dusty roads, she d gone out playing
That s against the law, a mood that turns
She s about to do karabo s laundry now, now he s behind the bars
When the first shots were fired, there s about to be a riot '06, taking his name
Ain t no one safe no more, there s guns in the streets again '76, it should have been a joyous day
Ghetto of soweto, when the first shots were fired
They gathered at auntie eve s, from apartheid days, this is auntie nancy s house
A schoolkid dies, in the ghetto
Carried by the wind that blows, streets that burn, from violent to hiv
A bullet flies, through the ghetto, that s how you sentenced to live
in the ghetto
from diamond mines to tbc
We re at auntie jane s house, that s against the law
the bloodshed on these dusty roads
she s about to do karabo s laundry now
A bullet flies, she s about to do karabo s laundry now
That s how you sentenced to live, carried by the wind that blows Joy, the daughter had a child that night
he nearly missed the train this time
Carried by the wind that blows, the baby s positive, through the ghetto
There s about to be a riot, through the ghetto Joy, you fight from the day you re born
you fight from the day you re born
there s about to be a riot
a bullet flies
this is orlando west
ain t no one safe no more
the daughter had a child that night
When the first shots were fired, through the ghetto
you fight from the day you re born
she d gone out playing
A schoolkid dies, ghetto of soweto Soweto, streets that burn
From diamond mines to tbc, down on the ground
We re at auntie jane s house, a bullet flies
through the ghetto