I am the land waarop jou voete staan
Innie dae waar jy moet betaal vir oxygen soesie vegetation vergaan
Green, yellow, and red is for land…gold and blood they took from us
Which makes me wonder if in my own people I can trust
For it is greed and lust that sways us to the wayside
Getuies of pride that strangles us under the crimson tide
In the darkness of night, willie ouens my verdaala
I pray that the Almighty keeps me safe, kanala
Sterk soes masala, Kerrie en borrie spices
Infecting this world with the venom of a 1000 poisonous vipers
Staan jy sterk in days where Armageddon lost its silence
It skarrel tussen o’s toegecloak in the form of violence
It wears a pair of ego sneakers en ‘n anger baadjie
Hy wag tot jy vi frustration meet, te saam is hulle bratjies
Wa bly hulle? Number 44 conscience court
Wa hulle twee illegally op jou emotions board…
No comments:
Post a Comment