(Ayy, yoh)
For every miles wey we cover
For every road wey we conquer
Respect the driver, man
Listen now
Early morning dew, I’m behind the wheel
Fighting the fever, though the sickness is real
Engine is humming, the cargo is heavy
My body is tired, but my spirit is ready
I see the sunrise on the dusty track
Carrying the weight, no turning back
But the bosses just shout, and the people just stare
Do they know what it takes? Do they even care?
Without a truck driver, no medicine in the ward
Without a truck driver, empty shelves on the board
No food in the market, no clothes in the store
We are the lifeblood, we are the core
So show some respect, stop the insults today
We move the economy, come what may
Treating us like animals, paying us crumbs
While the industry grows and the profit becomes
But we are the veins where the nation does flow
From the north to the south, everywhere that we go
I hold onto hope when the highway gets long
This is my hustle, and this is my song
Even when the body fails and the fever is high
I keep on pushing beneath the blue sky
Without a truck driver, no medicine in the ward
Without a truck driver, empty shelves on the board
No food in the market, no clothes in the store
We are the lifeblood, we are the core
So show some respect, stop the insults today
We move the economy, come what may
We never give up, we don’t know defeat
From the city center to the quietest street
Give us our value, give us our due
We do this for society, we do this for you
(Ayy, yeah!)
So when you see the truck passing you by
Just give a little wave, let the respect fly
We sacrifice home, we sacrifice rest
To ensure that the nation is passing the test
We are the backbone, we are the pride
With the road as our partner and the world as our guide
Without a truck driver, no medicine in the ward
Without a truck driver, empty shelves on the board
No food in the market, no clothes in the store
We are the lifeblood, we are the core
So show some respect, stop the insults today
We move the economy, come what may
Yeah, we keep on moving
Respect the driver, mukwai
Natotela for the road
We deliver the world, you see?
(Yoh, ayy)
Keep on pushing.