We have much sinning to do
Under the blanket of night,
Rain of liquor, harsh smoke
Halo on the angels of night,
Embrace me in your wings
'Til the jealous sun reveals
The fiend beneath the mask!
Green god, purchase of heaven,
Guide me to the sweetness of Eden
Between her sweating thighs this Eve.
Oh Sweet dancing Maria!
Green god grant me this prayer:
May tomorrow never come!
Meanwhile,
One man downs a beer quick
Down Main Street
Bright lit street
Red light district
Instantaneous instinct
One man romps and skips
Down a bright lit city street
Spic 'n span suit
Short 'n shiny skirt
Friday now speaks
Down Main Street
Meanwhile,
Hope stands still
Down Home Street
One woman
Waits 'til
Starved kids sit still
Countdown time
Daddy will be home soon
Six spoons,
Wife knows she now needs food
Time moves slow now
And hunger pangs begin to grow...
That is the feeling.
When we relax with a couple of beers... just chilling.
Ladies, they target ching ching.
Living the life of prostitute for free sips.
Tired of life, her pains sting deep.
And me buying booze for her for a free meal.
A table full of them other men would have felt the same.
She is my plate.
Tomorrow will be the same; sex, but not me again.
Maybe James or Jake.
Boet madlisa.
Kea reka keamo ghidlisa.
Give her fully so she could forget Blake.
And how he gave her HIV/AIDS.
By Philani Nyoni, Mbonisi Ncube, 'Dloze Matooane' (South Africa and Zimbabwe)
picture source: Scribbled Notes Facebook page
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