(Whispered) Four years gone, Fred…
Four years have passed, the calendar turns pages
But the noise from your kin, it just rages and rages
They whisper my name, they talk ill of the past
They never remember the shadows we cast
We started with nothing, just air in our lungs
Working the hustle, while they held their tongues
We built it from scratch, yeah, grain after grain
We shared in the struggle, we shared in the pain.
Oh Fred, do you see them? Do you hear what they say?
They try to rewrite it, they lead me astray
But we stood in the fire, when the world was so cold
They don't know the half of the story that's told
Fred, don't rest yet, look down from the light
You know the beginning, you know who was right.
When the blessing came down, when the hustle took root
They crawled from the woodwork, they wanted the fruit
They call me names now, like I wasn't there
When the matatu was empty and the cupboards were bare
I held your hand, man, through the worst of the weather
We fought through the thorns, yeah, we fought it together
Now they paint me the villain, they act so refined
While the truth of our journey they’ve left far behind.
Oh Fred, do you see them? Do you hear what they say?
They try to rewrite it, they lead me astray
But we stood in the fire, when the world was so cold
They don't know the half of the story that's told
Fred, don't rest yet, look down from the light
You know the beginning, you know who was right.
They didn't see the nights that we couldn't afford bread
They didn't see the tears that we quietly shed
But you, Fred, you witnessed the start and the end
You know I was loyal, I was always your friend.
Four years, still they talk.
(Manze, they don't know)
Rest? No, keep watching, Fred.
Only you know the truth.
(Restless soul, hear me)
Only you know.