Chimurenga Soul by Netsayi
Self-declared, Chirumenga Soul.
Struggling to stay true to the bone...
Rose-tinted glasses were left at home a long time ago, I:
Keep the dissillusion at bay,
When he comes knocking I chase him away,
I put on the angriest face so he can't see I'm just hungry.
Booze makes the blues go away,
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