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    dots Submission Name: 1978dots
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    Author: orpheus
    Elite Ratio:    4.28 - 188/165/57
    Words: 571
    Class/Type: Lyrics/
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       this is my outlook on my country and my world when i was growing, it is a mixture of my experience, and my families and friends, South africa is a hard place to live sometimes as you will soon see!!!


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    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 couldnít 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 amountí 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 whatís 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
    Itís complex as a puzzle when youíre missing a piece
    Always death and the struggle, here living is brief
    A zillion tears that Iíve cried could be filling a sea
    The dues Iíve paid and Iíve made Iím 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




    Submitted on 2006-01-25 08:23:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      this was really cool. i'm assuming that u really don't like south africa. and from this song i can see why. u had some really good lines in here

    Hell exists on these plains of needless devastation
    Demons detonate, wait for Jesus' Revelation

    Before they draw out the crome plated semi-automatic
    Hands quicker than eyes so you could really call it magic
    | Posted on 2006-01-31 00:00:00 | by unknown soldier | [ Reply to This ]
      Youre very talented have you ever heard of a site called www.goldmic.com if not i advise you to go there and sign up, you would fit in great there. I love your multis and intellegince and your figure of speech...thx for sharing
    | Posted on 2006-01-25 00:00:00 | by SumN | [ Reply to This ]
      I like how you gave a historical breakdown with this flow. That took a lo t of talent and skills. It's not the easiest thing to do at times...to sit and give such a story while keeping rhythm and rhyme in mind.

    I think that you have found your talent...and not many have that talent.

    Good Job!

    Li Li
    | Posted on 2006-01-25 00:00:00 | by Munchie_1226 | [ Reply to This ]
      This is a really powerful write
    I really like this
    The structure and the flow were perfect
    That of course dosent even mention the Message
    The message you are giving in this write is one that despertly needs to be heard
    You wrote this perfectly
    God Bless
    Your Friend
    Ron
    | Posted on 2006-01-25 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]


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