Politics......
hehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah....
P...pretence is a virtue, words contain no substance
O...overt corruption, obstruct all their justice
L...limit self expression, litigation not necessary
I...increase profits, democracy is secondary
T...tamper with evidence when facing prosecution
I...implicate insititutions' illicit intrusion
C...create chaos trying to escape in the best way
S...survive with a smile, you'll be president the next day
Next theme: Brenda had a baby
She had a baby by whom......
Look
Found a piece of metal in a shape of guitar
And i thought it was money for lunch, not by far//
Shit was rusty and well crafted; had a couple of scars
That was the time I was a dozen of years; a lil star//
A piece of me wanted to sell that ish; cos was hungry
But i saw the diamond within that rust; Ruby honney//
I Discovered the music in me; farthered money
I then stuck my manhood in B then there was Fa**ie//
Next One: Nut Shell Music
Still on brenda had a baby or got a baby
Yo, I was born in a grave yard
Where little kids is tossed and dumped like crashed cars in a scrap yard
Where mama’s gotta be paid up
But when the train lose track and fall some pa**engers may fall out
The reason I ma speak out
Tell you what I be seeing cos this Lobola is like blood money
The reason she told mummy
She was a plumped hunny but you never knew cos u’s a dummy
And then it’s easy to spot u a crook
Cos , when then money is gone she says “nigger you under ma roof”
“Try not finished the food, “
“But bring more...” for these stone cold killers and crooks
Your deep root,
Knee deep cos you can get trapped in the hood
But it’s still all good
Cos I love music like Bongani embracing his roots
Theme is still: Rainy Weather
