Concrete Heatline

[Lead] Ukhonkolo uyashisa beneath our feet. One kick, one space, one voice in the concrete night. [Call] Phansi, phezulu, keep the circle strong. [Response] Siyahamba, siyahamba, together on the ground. Sihamba together when the bass cuts the dark. [Verse] No bright disguise, no rhythm out of place. The dark holds open room for every shouted name. Durban air is heavy, but our feet remain exact. When the drum withdraws, the people bring it back. [Chant] Concrete Heatline! Hear the line. Concrete Heatline! Hold the line. Izandla phezulu, izinyawo emhlabathini. We move as one and leave no voice behind. [Final Response] Siyahamba, siyahamba, together on the ground. Phansi, phezulu, keep the circle strong.