Langa Golden Boy

Ay

From the flats to the field, yeah

Whole Langa on my back

Listen

Dust on my socks, cracked pitch, same dream

Old boots, one lace, still gleam

Ma shouting, "Come home!" from the door

Coach screaming, "One more run, one more!"

We shared one ball, five-a-side, bare feet

Dodging broken glass and the heat in the street

Every goal felt big, felt far

Little kid aiming past the clouds, past the bar

Langa golden boy, they chanting my name

From the corner of the block to the top of the game

When I run down the wing, whole township goes wild

"I'm from Langa!" in my chest like a child

Langa golden boy, they chanting my name

First trial, long queue, heart quick

Took a taxi with my kit in a brick bag, zipped

They laughed at my clothes, not the first time

Then I nutmegged the captain, crowd lost their mind (yah)

Phone call home, "Ma, I made the side"

She cried so hard, couldn’t talk, just sighed

Now match day, number ten on my back

Whole squad eating ‘cause I carried that attack (let's go)

From Jungle Walk to the floodlight glare

I hear vuvuzelas in the cold night air

If I score, we all score, that’s the code we share

Every prayer from the block got me standing here