I am not coloured
I am neither black
Nor white
I am an African

I, the child of all races
My identity branded in the cry of Mzantsi
In the distant lands of ubuntu
I am proudly
And mysteriously African
The porter of all sorrows

I, the rascally child
Die hard like a wild animal
A person associated with the springbok
Without a doubt
That’s what I am about

I, the child of poor African society
Never shall I rest
Rest under the colour hedges,
Black, green and gold
The intense proudly African
The God boiled my blood in a clay pot of passion
To course through my veins
My colour shows it all
My heritage identifies it all.
My music sings it all
I am an African