Dear Mandela

Dear Mandela Wish uber can pick your location So humble you've been maybe I can have an audiance and we can have a conversation Calculations of the articulations coming from your colleagues leading to the current living conditions Now hanging on an equation of frustration Mathematically can be equal to the occasion of destruction Still blaming on cocasion destruction You knew the truth work with them or no poverty reduction The infighting of your home is now a weapon of mass destruction So we made a good progress regarding destruction We burn schools, we burn Hospitals, we burn government buildings Facts on the table your Colleagues biggest pretenders They burning everything Even the money to bury you they burnt They banned they youth hears We still burn tires to be heard They don't see your suffering They don't see your jail sentence They don't see you Bomb tiking Tiktoking The youth pirates in a troubled chip A huge storm the captain struggling to control the chip Take a zoom you'll see they still hiding behind Van Riebeek's ship She No longer gat what she Deserves her security is comprised She Get rapped who caused? This jail is a joke maybe Makado is telling you more I fold I'm cold no home, who's fault? I fall I foam hospital chaos Ho Lord hold my soul Ho no they know the info in for? In for the people they say so? Say it to my asshole No hope no joke might choke or hit a stroke Rhymes like a river flow Rise when you hit the floor Run it's your call Fight don't let go It's in your hands he told They don't see your suffering They don't see your jail sentence They don't see you We gat cowboys in the ghetto Saying money in the air so gotta hide it in mattresses The beginning is always cool lotta promises Afterward looking like a mistress in distress Politicians always wana distract Should remind you about district 6 streets Still sick Don't do diss tracks  But this track Sick truck Things falling from me trunk like f trump Ain't dumb Their leading roads gat too much potholes Just schools pit holes make'm talk like cheap hoes Can you hear me scream from a dark hole Understand if I call'em assholes So much unemployed Even bored hoes got no blow jobs Some say things were better With the Boer fox Could afford a boerewors You push'em more but you boo more They don't see your suffering They don't see your jail sentence They don't see you