I'm proud of you my people
I am
It goes out to you sick in bed,
Hang in there,
It's life
It's for the deeply trouble
Who drink away their sorrows

It's for you being abused by your man,
Cover your face,
Report him to the police
It's for you being abused by your woman,
Cover your face,
Why is she being rough with you
What did you do?

To the ancestors,
We send our love,
Protect us on the roads
And grow food in gardens.
It's your son Mtezman

Wish you all the blessings,
Take them all,
They are yours
Wish you all the wealth,
Grab it, It's all yours.

It's for the men in prisons,
The fathers in up in the valleys.
It's yours little girl at the club
Be careful they don't rape you around the corner
It's for the smart and not so smart,
It's for the blacks and the whites.
It's for the bright kids at school
And those not so bright corner looters drinking
Being on street corners.

It's for the shack dwellers who wake up early
To collect their elderly grant.
It's for you in the Suburb occasionally
Coming to enjoy meat in the township
It's for law breakers,
Standing in front of the judge.
It's for you little girl contemplating suicide.

It's your brother Mtezman
It's for that domestic worker,
Working hard for that pay cheque.
All the mothers at work we salute them in song.
It's for that baby in your stomach,
Make him a woman amongst women,
A man amongst men that can stand on his own

Hey man, I'm proud of you,
My blood flows with love for you,
I love you all.
My money is mine
But my money is yours
And in case you didn't know man,
Alicelibomusic.
Mtezman I'm out y'all.
Gugulethu, that's it.