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The problem is:

no-one wants to listen

but I’m on a mission

killing and dismissing

on your mind I’m just pissing

kaffir you’re fishing

no offence I’m just mixing

al hierdie worde is nou my kussing

thlaloganyo ya ka

ke re ga gona yo ya setseng

take a breather, I’m expecting

shit they are not getting

the mental blessing

but once upon a time

it was said

The problem is:

no-one wants to listen

listen, listen, listen…. 

Concentrate on reality

understand the devil’s intensity

but remember God’s immensity

it is beautiful in its’ simplicity

our Designer’s creativity

yet we still murder you and me

not wanting to hear about the G. O. D.

You would rather hear the obvious

as if of AIDS you are oblivious

yes,

the crime thing is continuous capitalists are killing us the system is murderous white people are all racists and so on and so forth

Let us put this into perspective

Make it a simple retrospective

AIDS is actually a solution

there are too many of us

With a gravy train and no money bus

I understand why Betsy’s window was bust

If money makes the world go round

I want to spin at the speed of sound

Have you noticed how

the system is pound

by moneyless clowns?

And about white people

if I had a chance

to trade a mirror for land

the selfishly expand

my ill gotten wealth

I would also move with stealth

avoid giving it back

as a matter of fact

give them a voting act

sign a devilish pact

keep my money stacked

while in shacks they are packed

It is a human nature fact

compassion we lack

power is phat

and I would treat them whack

for giving me their land

So who to blame now?

Consciously black clowns

walk around with frowns

like they are from out of town

they look down on Eugene

because he stands around

begging for a pound

“Si nga ma bujwa hau!

Why ene a sa makete in town?”

Ask yourself how

The problem is:

no-one wants to listen

Eugene was on a mission

the system dismissed him

he was a kaffir job fishing

nou die sypaaitjie is sy kussing

still a father to his children

his pride seems to be missing

since he is begging on the corner of Rissik

The situation is sick

we are a population of pricks

our hearts are easily tricked

and have minds that Lucifer finds easy to pick

I mean shit

he thinks with his dick

while she aims to pocket pick

even if it means that same dick she must lick

But I ain't sayin’ she’s a gold digger

she realises the picture can be bigger

tired of living like a nigger

Here’s the question we should try and figure:

Why does it matter whose pocket is fatter?

As far as I know, we’re all going to die

unless I’ve been living a lie

so why not try

and work for a smile

instead of a piece of the pie?

It could go down the wrong pipe

or just poison your insides

hope you take my advice

while you lay back and smile

I’ll be praising Babylon

in my 645i

there is so much between these lines

but the problem is…

Thabiso Nkoana©2001