when i rock blunt in hand
the essence of my youth blasting through my chest
screaming for unloveable silence

when my wings flap for dizzy heights
and mine spirits parses through man to man
piercing darts from mattera ravish my goat hide apparel
im fucked

hordes of riddles bullet through my monkey pose
move my cheese bastard cause in there lies my scars
mutilate my buttocks with precision I beg of you
cleanse my darkest corner, 6th avenue

twenty years since mandela walked
seventy years since my mother first saw light of day
before foolosophy embroiled the blood suckers
im still fucked and my blunt's gone

eyes so bloodshot my secret is out
couldn't you atleast find a further 100 hectres for Gugulethu bitches..
never thought I could touch your thoughts, the same way I touch you

flattered by your applause Im candid
my smile gives away my soft heart my souls
stories of my upbringing tales of my suffering
even through the tears I can still love you

who the hell ate my food
pissed on my bed and killed my dog sporty
who is this that hates me in my sleep and torments my wet dreams
is that you lover - or is it the lovers of night on prayer antidote

deep in the belly of unaroused wit lies my tomorrow
to the left sits my past life and further on my today
even when Im wrong life bows in affectionate perfection

drink the blood and eat the flesh
for it was written and it was told
we see it on the daily and never flinch
  
dont ask
I dont know
just give me my minute of fame