Ode to You (feat. Nonku)

This is an ode to you, hate your job but the house needs food You wanna quit, you wanna kill but the rent is due Push on through, hold on tight, fight the fight There's a hand on your throat and it's holding tight 9 to 5, jy try, jy druk, jy hou styf vas But you work for a boss and you hate his guts Jy voel stuck, maar onthou, ek's hier vir jou Whether jy numbers punch of jy huise bou Yster klou, days too long, nights too short You just went to sleep, then you're back at work If you're up at night or you're up at dawn Whether you're sweeping streets or you're mowing lawns Whether jy meetings het of jy parties hou Whether jy suits aantrek of jy klere vou Whether you're washing cars or washing clothes This is an ode to all the working class heroes Bambe-zela, zela Bambe-zela, ohhhhohhh I Stand with you As jy luister na jou baas wat skel When you on the highway In a traffic cell When you on the long road When the sun comes up When you down in the dirt trying to get back up You one of us Die mense wat die wiel laat draai Were on the ground while you waiting for your paint to dry Be-great the vibe Fresh cut grass smell With the mechanics That makes your car run well Ons is die land de mise Were in the roughen sea You wanna run man come run with me So if you in the que for your groceries half your life And you think that pedicures are a waste of time You knock of work And go to the closest bar And the only polo you know Is a type of car Your one of us The light at the end of the road An Ode to all the working class heroes 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': Bambe-zela, zela Bambe-zela, ohhhhohhh You on the long road trying to get back home Or you feel stuck where you are And your all alone You trynna run But your feet won't move You trynna break free But you can't get loose You work your fingers to the bone But no recognition So kom kry my by die naaste bar WIES IN Bambe-zela, zela Bambe-zela, ohhhhohhh