Words of rappers become plays in the street,
youths carrying knifes live and die by the beat.
Our old wonder why they fought in the wars,
to live in hiding behind their own doors .
Girls want to be s**y long before they’re teens,
so dress up like tarts think their beauty queens
Our leader is prancing on the world’s stage'
he wants his name written on history’s page.
Politics and religion are intertwined,
Marriage of convenience bind lead blind.
young are repressed and old are forgotten
our moral standards in taters down trodden.
Community spirit’s been exercised
I think we should all mourn it’s demise.
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