Life In The Ghetto

With gunshots the fun stops, clock tick tocks, tears dip drop. Who brought the cops? Betrayed the plot? Now we sit locked in handcuffs. We busted, can't be trusted, lost pride and not loved well..These drugs man trigger crime and brother shines yet morals die and..These hell gates make one tame, this no game, men fourplay. Now I dwell in rage life takes change, heart takes shape, it don't look the same. Life's illusions cause confusion: Apostle rumours, appointed tutors. Youth the future? Brains donned by humour. Population fewer, average humans dying sooner. Birth rates still rising, literacy skills declining, solemn promises petrifying, propaganda techniques the art of lying. Which way will you reside in? Has your confined mind decided? Here is a compass hope you will find it, but deep inside your heart is where the truth is hiding. Liberate yourself from all treason, reason? Evil spirits enable killings, you bleeding? I warned you people don't value living, SCREAMING! while your barren bones begin sinking. You dreaming? Pinch your skin anticipate the feeling, it's beating how vissions infuence what we're seeing, but believing embraces one's sacred teachings, through reading wisdom welcomes knowlege never leaving. So be it! Reap what you sow and now preech it, reach to the top before the race is now finished, win it! Embrace victory influence the weakest, alter them into achievers, life's serving dreamers...dreamers...dreamers.

                                                                                                                            -Siyabonga Njica