All my niggas must get on the seasons to make reasons out of this battle,
All My G's must keep on riding everyday because this leaders don't give a fuck about us,
I am a young black seed,
I am searching for role models but all I see with my naked sight doves makes me to hate,
I've always dreamt of being a president one day but how they portrayed the political greediness and its power of ruling and dividing just like all these churches did made a huge dent on my ways of riding out this fate,
The killings don't bother them at all, this is true from the heart, yes, hate, talk shit, discriminate, lock my opportunity gate,
Just know that I can't live like a coward, Mr President, Vice President, Mr Minister, Mr Advisor, feel my words,
I know they touch and ripple many hearts like the razor,
I know you hate it when I tell the people that the tax they pay,
The money they pop out for their nation's development is what you allocate for your pet allowance which is more than the Choppies Supermarket cashier;
A young lady of Motswana,
Earning money that is less than the money she pops out for your dog; NTSJA YA NTJA,
Well my point is, you don't give a fuck about us,
So my sister stand up, rise up for yourself, fend for yourself, fight for your rights,
We all gonna die anyway, if the DISS has to secretly investigate and rate my poems, my opinions to the crime rate and shoot me afterwards, let it be,
We're hungry, we are suffering, they say we shouldn't put blame on others but politicians, let's face the truth,
You caused all this confusion,
How does a non-political employee walk home with P89 000.00 for his hard worked money and you take more than 5 pula million pula from her tax; the penny you promised was for her development,
My sister, my brother, stand up, it ain't good out here,
They made different sections and words, when we steal, they call it crime, and when they steal, they call it corruption,
Get me straight, they have a sitting allowance,
Just to be on the chair you paid for, the parliament you built, you pay him, her, in fact, THEY pay themselves for everything they do with our money,
Its not all about money,
Our nation's stomach is runny,
Painful shit happens everyday and they don't do anything about it,
You see? These people don't give a fuck about us,
I can mention a few, in a poetical way anyway, straight,
How does a leader sleep knowing very well that someone chased out of the CKGR by a leader sleeps on the outskirts of streets because a leader is delaying in to give people the land they applied for at the Botswana LandBoard?
Well they gave it to white people,
More especially the Ngamiland side, haele ko Mauu gone!
I mean; is that even associated with the human race?
Something must not be right with you if you still believe politicians are the ones who can solve the problems, they themselves created,
My brother, mama, sister, nigga, babe, wifey, these people don't give a fuck about us,
See you struggle everyday, you come home late, trying to send for your kids,
You BX car picks a politicians kid to and from school, and Matsha form 5 completed pupils perished in the hands of decisions of politicians,
How do you sign out a cattle truck to Go pick students, kids?
How does that feel?
I know you might shoot me after reading or listening to me as I weave this words of poetry on my poetical, rhythmical stage,
Its still fine, you've been killing all along,
I try to make money out of these cursing words,
So if at all you wanna prove to the world that you hate,
Morn me because I'm riding in my enemies! Period!
©lethal
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