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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, Lies on the news everyday... Telling me- that I'm free to choose.. Things i don't need anyway. I'm a Chimurenga Soul! And I'll just keep fighting to have my say Doing it day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day... From Letras Mania