Freeways roads, avenues and streets
Freedom, power, struggles and peace
Hip-hop, kwaito, amapiano beats
It all comes down to one soul city

Family, friends, relatives and cousins
Breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner
The past, the present, the future
Which one can be accountable for your sins

Lonely, happy, sad, angry
Doesn’t mean a thing to the soul city
Morning gowns for izindaba!
Evening outfits, s’yodlala ipiano!

Ntwanas, macala, mpintsh, chomie
Hello, yasho, yizo, wosh
Eyy macala, my dream car is a Porsche
Aii mama, vandag andiyi skolwen!
The lame life of a 2000

Bopasenatla, Fons, Fedelitas, Namedi
Zone 6 Phase 3, Zone 4, Motsoaledi
Meat meet, ingress, Makubenjalo, Shop2shop
Umjaivo, umjolo is’kolo, umbhemo
Soul city iphusha ismokolo, tot tot

Soul city, a land of dreams
Without oceans, rivers or streams
But what I know for sure
Soul city is growing forth