Township is my home
The talks, the walks, even the looks
The morality, where I'm caught by a hook
Looks like I've wiped away from my mind my origins.

Cracking innocent soul, is me
Then found not guilty
Yet my inner self gets no tranquility
Stealing away lives with my hand is my routine
It gives me no fright
And my crown remembers it only.

The steel bracelets cover my wrists
Only a day, then skip the slavery house and be out of sight
A round of applause I get and finally be freed
Yet nothing was scary and now all I feel
Is what needs continuation and conclusion is my evil deed.

Taking a little girl's pride turns to be my hobby
It lives in me, making me feel noble
My body is rejuvenated by only it.
Self vandalism is my habit
Alcohol, to me being water is my perfection
Giving me guards to expose my body with high expectations

Drowning sorrows is my lame excuse.
Environment and surroundings, leading my escape
Streets be my home, blown dirty papers be my friends
Running drain water be my bath, unkempt and thrown always be my friends
Skies become my blankets
Bats, sometimes owls, only sing me lullaby songs.

Failure, is to me not a starter
I enjoy it and always blame
I try no more, for I believe not a "starter"
I walk to fame, that lives me in flames
I slip and fall, so that's it, I'm burnt
I alter to ashes that can't even be banked.

A little of me walks in present thinking of the future
The most of me blame the nature
Waiting for answers from the Creator
To me no reasons for mishaps
To me no reasons for hiccups.

Me, the chance given
Yet me has nothing an everyday guest, "devil"
Paying visits to my crown, grabbing the smallest I got from heaven
Me in South Africa
Me, the youth of Umzantsi.