I knew some stand up boys fluent in the straight and narrow. 
And gutter rats, philosphers of the strong in peril. Who are we young? 

I knew a stick up kid from down the road, right off where i be. 
Fashioned from the politics that made him violent. 
He'd burn us all if we'd absolved ourselves of all guilt or partly. 
Now he blows with the breeze, he shining brightly.
Right with his posse, faced down on the concrete. 
Ashes to ashes the only logic i begged the prophet. 
To tell me all your secrets, what was point of your living? 
What was the point of you dying except for fucking forgiveness. 
Who that?
Fuck the police, the whole world diseased, i mean. 
Fuck that whole peace i need me a piece for me.
Who said it better Heron? 
who proved it real? How we talk so much? A habit of slaves to do the least. 
I know you mad at me. 
Factions apposed they atrphy. 
fact of the matter, fact is the both of us add to the battle. 
You busy battling who? I pity Africa too. 
I picked my battles like Biko taught me, I fashion my tools. 
Out of the bone marrow, a soul attachment. Underdog? maybe a wonder boy I wonder dawg? 
Saw your big sister around the way. Saw your big sister around the way. Saw your big sister around the way. 
Saw your big sister around the way. And your mother, its so hard to say. 
That I'm sorry you couldn't stay 
Hope theres solace beyond the grave. 
Any solace for those you left? 
Is it possible you had no caution, or caution, it doesn't pay? 
I told you be smart you not that safe. 
Asking you questions felt out of place. Specially knowing I had it made. 
In and out of iKaltsha, you couldn't bother to tell me straight. 
It's a part of a culture, never a part of iKaltsha. So all the times I would offer advice, it would sound like ikaka. Andiz'tholi uba intsimbi ithi khaxa. 


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