Joburg Owes Us

Verse One;
I C Jozi companies making millions of rand in profits,
Da CEO gushing down like water on da streets.
Never expect him to worry about your wellbeing,
Cuz welfare is buying his wife an expensive ring.
He munches chocopologie en drinks Diva Vodka,
While driving with arrogance in a VW Amarok.
En every1 is making money en cares 4 their living,
Y dont u adopt these street kids still starving?
They watch en beg 4 help with no family tie,
Their hearts bleeding the blood with tears that neva dry.
I watch em poor standards of living in shame,
En none tame the issue but they're all running 4 fame.
Now fuck the CSIs neva reached to Joburg to help,
They classify the forsaken street kid as whelp.
Ay my Lord the City of Gold shouldnt b so mean,
When the Holy Ghosts on His laurels like a teen!

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A better life for all, Madafakin Joburg Owes Us.

Verse Two;
Now its about time we approached all economys sectors,
As we all ought to contribute as economic actors.
The consumers loyalty makes entities viable,
En crucial in this world is 2 b socially responsible.
Time is money en in business profit-growths crucial,
Expenditure on consumers welfare programmes comes partial.
None of the poor benefit the most but the richest gains the toast,
Is it really fair 4 wealth inequalities 2 subsist?
I watch as a young hoodlum worrying bout my peoples welfare,
As my young bradaz dying in Joburg Claim Streets stare.
Jozis Mr. Povertys unknown mama died of hunger,
She had nothing as means en it brought me anger.
Her corpse laid down en cops watching doing nothing,
I couldnt speak as a stranger but I had something.
Ay my Lord the City of Gold shouldnt b so mean,
When the Holy Ghosts on His laurels like a teen!

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A better life 4 all.x 4

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