Dear Mandela Lyrics

Dear Mandela

Wish uber can pick your location

So humble you've been maybe I can have an audiance and we can have a conversation

Calculations of the articulations coming from your colleagues leading to the current living conditions

Now hanging on an equation of frustration

Mathematically can be equal to the occasion of destruction

Still blaming on cocasion destruction

You knew the truth work with them or no poverty reduction

The infighting of your home is now a weapon of mass destruction

So we made a good progress regarding destruction

We burn schools, we burn Hospitals, we burn government buildings

Facts on the table your Colleagues biggest pretenders They burning everything

Even the money to bury you they burnt

They banned they youth hears

We still burn tires to be heard

They don't see your suffering

They don't see your jail sentence

They don't see you

Bomb tiking

Tiktoking

The youth pirates in a troubled chip

A huge storm the captain

struggling to control the chip

Take a zoom you'll see they still hiding behind Van Riebeek's ship

She

No longer gat what she

Deserves her security is comprised

She

Get rapped who caused?

This jail is a joke maybe Makado is telling you more

I fold I'm cold no home, who's fault?

I fall I foam hospital chaos

Ho Lord hold my soul

Ho no they know the info in for?

In for the people they say so?

Say it to my asshole

No hope no joke might choke or hit a stroke

Rhymes like a river flow

Rise when you hit the floor

Run it's your call

Fight don't let go

It's in your hands he told

They don't see your suffering

They don't see your jail sentence

They don't see you

We gat cowboys in the ghetto Saying money in the air so gotta hide it in mattresses

The beginning is always cool

lotta promises

Afterward looking like a mistress in distress

Politicians always wana distract

Should remind you about district

6 streets

Still sick

Don't do diss tracks 

But this track

Sick truck

Things falling from me trunk

like f trump

Ain't dumb

Their leading roads gat too much potholes

Just schools pit holes make'm talk like cheap hoes

Can you hear me scream from a dark hole

Understand if I call'em assholes

So much unemployed

Even bored hoes got no blow jobs

Some say things were better With the Boer fox

Could afford a boerewors

You push'em more but you boo more

They don't see your suffering

They don't see your jail sentence

They don't see you