Ghetto mine, this sorrow is mine
Pack away your cameras this is not a mine, swine
Im not a shovel of your filthy INHUMAN riches
I am human, VULTURE
That you always wash away with guilt in your mind
With a glass of wine, WRY SMILE
This is my life sentence, your freedom
that your foe/fore-bearers brought
from lord-god with my ancestors blood
now, please don’t poke me/my wounds here
Im doing time in this slime, slums
Writer: Bongo Flepu
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