It’s not a matter of opinion it’s a matter of fact
It’s not a matter of guess work it’s a
It’s a matter of stats
And the matter is this
These are poverty stricken raps
The matter is that
We destined to fail
It does matter in fact
Out of context but the problem intact
Cut the bullshit and the nonsense
Well excuse my French
But you the one on foreign land
I’ll cut your water add some sewage
And see how you’ll commence
Living arrangements
Rearranging the chair while she sleeps on the bench
On the kitchen floor while she dreams of being a chef
That’s food for thought for herself
Part of the environment so I am the brick and the shack
The corner veg that’s got their backs
I am the spirit that lacks motivation
I am the ground
I carry the weight in their legs and their burden backs
I’ve fallen enough so I can take a stand
Before I fall again and break a knee cap
Don’t pray for them
Too much of everything is bad even God herself



Lean on me if you need me
These streets been uneasy
We’ve been waking for life and feet bleeding




I’m still trying to find an escape
They gave us staple foods and we ate
So some of us are still learning the maze
I’m still learning how to be brave
I still educate so fuck suicide
I’m still learning the ropes
Loosen the noose preaching the truth
The broken systems are killing the youth
I’m still
Cause I am I can’t afford to move
I’m still preaching the gospel
Knowledge of self so they expect me to be hostile
Steady fixing broken townships
Cause realism is not a lucid dream where I’m from
These hunger strikes are still hitting the target
Nothing is far-fetched no stone trails from biblical wealth
So the township is still praying the hardest
Help me find the answer
Listen
Life is a statement with the million exclamations
Tainted our books the thickest
Our covers created transparent made for your judgment
Justice never maintaining a balance
Maintaining a balance so


Lean on me if you need me
These streets been uneasy
We’ve been waking for life and feet bleeding