We the people of South Africa are lost, led astray with not yet a proper name only still a point on the compass
a campsite for parasites, visionaries who lost their sight
a rainbow nation that tries blurs the lines between black and white
Pacified is the black mind consumed by having what lies on the other side the white lies deeply rooted in black lives
We the people of South Africa are trapped in a lie trampled in lines while we wait for peanuts, pieces of what belongs to us
We the people of South Africa have no name all we have is past that gives the future a bad name, makes it a bad place for the black face here at home is where they feel most out of place