Born in the 1 the 9 and the seventy eight
Let me take you on a trip down my memory lane {chorus} repeat x2
This rappers words were part of him
Even though the clouds were darkening
He chose to celebrate life
Johannesburg just hardened him
Refined him like a carbon gem
Through prose and poems to elevate minds {bridge}
Ebony and ivory, yin and yang
Enemies of silent peace, grip the land
Rivalry bit the hand then violence bit the back
Of the one who fed it, who couldn’t split a Rand
The green back greedy, their warped selfishness
Are getting rich off of the poor like Selfridges
Hell exists on these plains of needless devastation
Demons detonate, wait for Jesus' Revelation
The frequent separation, it's war and peace
Stake your claim, make your way before we're all deceased
The ball won't cease rolling in the wrong direction
Walk the street where talk is cheap and God's in Heaven
I haunt the scene, the Zulu witch's cauldron's deep
Hordes of thieves are cold enough to make water freeze
In the scorching heat, this is the Dark Continent
Even with my hearts confidence i need a torch to see!
Born in the 1 the 9 and the seventy eight
Let me take you on a trip down my memory lane {chorus} repeat x2
This is Southern Africa, where they spark their spliff's
The heartless win, pro or amateur their art is sin
We got junkies searching for that perfect hit
And for any amount’ a money they would turn a trick
We got police armed, standing at our zebra crossing
Crimes like Seiko Kinetic cause it's never stopping
And my halo discredited, torture my heritage
On every corner a devilish terrorist
Sip a alcoholic beverage, then drive this home
Millennium prophets exodus with this microphone
Witness the style and flow 'for someone murders me
Gimme the green light to go or it's burgundy!
Born in the 1 the 9 and the seventy eight
Let me take you on a trip down my memory lane {chorus} repeat x2
I bring this ill style from Hillbrow to Cape Town
Rape town capitals of the world, circling grey clouds
Surround me now as my fury and hate shout
Wordsmith on the verge of a nervous breakdown
So as I bow the strings to my invisible vi-o-lin
Seeking refuge from reeking refuse and vi-o-lence
Booking appointments with my medicinal psychiatrist
Asking questions like what’s the reason why i exist?
The lyrical scientist applying his ointment
To the cynical minded kids to draw out the poison
Before they draw out the crome plated semi-automatic
Hands quicker than eyes so you could really call it magic
It’s complex as a puzzle when you’re missing a piece
Always death and the struggle, here living is brief
A zillion tears that I’ve cried could be filling a sea
The dues I’ve paid and I’ve made I’m prob'ly giving to thieves
Can you picture the scene, i need a vicar and priest
To bless the land where i live because it's sick with disease
I hope you understand what i spit cause the vision is bleak
Like just before the trigger is squeezed and your spirit is freed...
Born in the 1 the 9 and the seventy eight
Let me take you on a trip down my memory lane {chorus} repeat x2
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Submission Name: 1978
