[Intro]
Yeah…
Mzansi, land of gold, but the streets run red,
Voices of the youth cryin’, hope hangin’ by a thread,
We talkin’ facts, no filter, no dreamin’,
Open your eyes — South Africa is bleedin’.
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[Verse 1]
Unemployment sky high, youth stuck in the trap,
Degrees in they hands, still beggin’ for scraps,
CVs pile up, but the phones don’t ring,
Future on pause, opportunity’s a sting.
Lost generation, talent wastin’ in vain,
Hustlin’ on corners just to numb out the pain,
When the system don’t work, desperation’s the plan,
That’s how a broken nation keeps creatin’ broken man.
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[Verse 2]
Crime rate climbin’, blood stains the block,
Every night gunshots, police on the clock,
General Mkhwanazi in the war non-stop,
Tryna patch up the holes but the violence don’t drop.
Robberies, hijacks, bodies in the street,
Gangs recruitin’ kids ‘cause there’s no bread to eat,
Law on the frontline, still fightin’ to breathe,
But the roots of corruption make it harder to achieve.
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[Verse 3]
Social media twisted, turnin’ pain to a trend,
People murdered on live, it don’t even offend,
Clicks over lives, what a dark kinda game,
Retweets for the dead, no respect for the name.
Screens breed envy, fake flex with the lies,
Young ones depressed, no light in they eyes,
Influence toxic, poison floodin’ the feed,
Validation’s the drug, and it’s worse than the greed.
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[Outro]
This the voice of the streets, not a verse for applause,
Pointin’ out the cracks ‘cause we bleedin’ from the cause,
Youth without jobs, families livin’ in fear,
And the pain of this land growin’ heavy each year.
But salute to the ones still fightin’ the flame,
Standin’ for the truth, not chasin’ the fame,
South Africa’s cryin’, can you hear her plea?
She’s bleedin’ to death — but the cure’s in we.
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