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Kisses and curses upon my face I speak of culture For my spirit is rooted in Ubuntu I speak of poverty Because I know very well the pain Of smiling to an empty plate for dinner The shame of being a pitied face along the street Yes, I sing that song for the consideration of the human race Because I despise the look on my brother's face Bullets and gun shots in the streets The sight of human blood makes me sick Gun shots is not the music our hearts desire We need drum beats and peace in our streets Let us liberate our streets from hate and violence Our eyes have seen enough blood Flooding those streets out of hate Kisses and curses upon my face Bullets and gun shots out of our streets A toast each to this piece of life Peace and love, the universal culture I know these are the songs you like to sing My mouth, a highway path to civility I sing with you songs like these
