21.2.11

Ouch (Am out on bail)

As promised, please find one of my "Writings".



Am out on bail
But if I get a chance, will probably do it again
Out on bail
One wrong step dude’s goin back to jail


Crawlin under this thin blanket
Know my enemies are frustrated cos of this joy they feelin
I browse thru my stolen phone to see if I still got friends out there
Didn’t wanna let you know
Scared it’ll bring this stress to our unborn baby
But turns out you showed no care but deep down it was confusion
Pain of knowin the one you chose has chosen other ways
Will I ever grow up and be the man you want me to be
Stop pleasing only my boys every weekend
Spend some quality time with you, just us
Make love to you until the sunrise
But no, I make love to them green bottles
Spendin all our hard-earned cash on whores
While you can’t even sleep, thinkin where this kaffir at?
My love, I’m sleepin in this cell with no tear in my eye
Was told to be scared but I’m not
It feels like home except there’s no mama
It feels like church cos everybody’s always prayin
Mine’s a silent one tellin The Lord I’m still His son
You are the only one whose will I can trust
There’s no need to be more afraid, you already in
Am gonna brag to my homies that I slept at John Vorster
Because of weed I smoked long time ago, rebel

Exchanging messages with a homie
My only fear is getting caught for using this toy
Prayin the battery doesn’t die on me
Singin praises to The Most High
Believing if I sing louder these walls will bow down to me
The chains will break loose and will walk a free man
I fell asleep without realizing, being high
Goin to bed we were two, me & the china boy
Wakin up the company had grown, we were Original Venda Hustlers
With my mind failin to choose between friends and foes
I never trust these fake bitches
Full of pretences, wanna see me fail
But they forgot I’m only a messenger
This’ not my world
I was just put here
To make you angrier than you were at birth
Make you suffer mentally to make you physically weak
I see you; you just don’t see it yet
I’ll never creep on you, to me you’re nothing
I roll with the big boys who play not with toys
I’m not a prisoner I’m just fulfilling a page
Tomorrow I’ll be buying you a dozen
We drink again, maybe get caught again

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