Points

Hop out of your seats please get on your feet
 For the purpose of this here demonstration I'll need
 (I'm gone need to)
 Separate the know-nots from the enlightened
 Security on standby,
 rebound any industry homies who just might interrupt me
 Back in my days folks hit the ropes motherfuckers you're done
 (I have been a)
 Jail camp, sidewalking tramp
 Searching for a stamp of approval
 Victim of the forced removals
 A hidden gem in this crime-ridden dispensation
 Tryna make a quick buck off this generation
 My Christian background taught me a few prayers
 I'd recite while hopping block to block throwing butterscotch
 I've built a hunger no left-over can satisfy
 My wants I need to instantly gratify
 My pot to urine been a plastic bucket
 I'd kick it to piss you off
 My great advice is just don't get involved
 Super rats adorn my feet on 'Trust Nobody' street
 I'm reverent with the loud on me
 I hope somebody's proud of me
 As I sweep through Kasi streets like women at morning
 Her son ain't come home, a mother is mourning
 I'll face you all while you pray I fall on my face
 I plant pockets on every street just in case I fall from your grace
 You'll get a dose of these ashy knuckles from Jozi
 These streets have always been cold
 and 'em corners never been cosy
 I'm choosing my only choice
 Ain't no white flag I shall hoist when
 There's a new world order moving to the sound of my voice
 This for the hunger that builds & the extinct that kills
 For the fire that's ever burning & the magic that heals
 When I'm still & the world is turning I'll firmly be real
 Just a man in a mirror cradled in a moment
 of truth spitting till the day he here lies
 When it's dark in the streets & I can't find my feet
 Till the lights shone on me
 When the low-lying clouds threaten sunny days
 I'll be safe
 In the ambit of my freedom of expression till better days
 For the hunger that builds & the extinct that kills
 For the fire that's ever burning & the magic that heals
 When I'm still & the world is turning I'll firmly be real
 Just a man in a mirror cradled in a moment
 of truth spitting till the day he here lies
 When it's dark in the streets & I can't find my feet
 Till the lights shone on me
 When the low-lying clouds threaten sunny days
 I'll be safe
 In the ambit of my freedom of expression till better days
 There was no retreat for the defender of dreams
 Eminently prepared to die for what he believes
 While pages, tables & new leaves turn
 On a skewed axis the world turns away
 He lives to see another day
 Never to appear with hands up in surrender
 They raise only to empower, celebrate or praise
 Scowering through the streets for betters days
 The last of Oumas sons
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