Memoirs

I write these memoirs from my soul
I write these memoirs for my woes
I fight my demons and my foes
That's why my eyes, impure from blood and gall

Young niggas from the block
Came up in the project
With my scammers and some robbers
Can't forget my Vatos
The Bodega was the casa
Trigger hit the celly like El Pasa
Slum dogs from Azania
Yellin' out viva la raza

Smoking Yanga pack ya rasa
Young Muli with mulattos
Just a mower from the sewers
I manoeuvred with the ghouls and the goblins
We just wanna eat the lobster
Fetticcini with the pasta
Young Doe Boy dripped the Biem Guido
Now he movin' like a mobster

This is Basquiat, Picasso
This is venom with a opera
Conversations with the paupers
Became compositions, I need me an Oscar
In the ghetto I'm a saviour
I'm walkin' on water and spittin' the gospel
In the ghetto duckin' Judas and the devil
That's why I speak like a prophet

I write these memoirs from my soul
I write these memoirs for my woes
I fight my demons and my foes
That's why my eyes, impure from blood and gall

Whatever power you are craving
It will not change what you are, the least of us
You came to us from the gutter
Your ability gave you station
But all the power in the world
Can't mask the stench beneath thee



Credits
Writer(s): Tokelo Moyakhe, Thulani Mambasa
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