For My City (feat. Anastacia Muller)

For my city
I swear its do or die
Every single time I try
Its an open door, that my faith denies
Mother crying, Lawyers lying
Lord, if you see this, this isn't really site seeing

Please spare the lift of the innocent
There is no type of medicine for a mourning family
Over the corpse of a son, a brother or a father
Another Saturday, "met funeral kos (Pap en "bakebeans")
Die 'mortuary' bly vol
Soos die chookie terug gehou"
Peaceful streets turn to mayhem over night
Monsters, that's on that "tik-lyn"
"Word gestiek oor n lig wat lankel nie meer 'spark' nie'"
In the hood, there's gunshots in the air
There's constant ringing in my ear
My city on the map for another car-jacking
House break-in, drug lord overtaking
They say I'm from a city where life's to fast
And; Time heals.
Slow wounds are the reaction to the pain
Of the view of your "best bra" with a bullet in his head
Type of ghetto they don't show on TV
ETV Late Night Edition, or movies
Corrupt police "word gespot in blou "Uzzi Hoodies"
Helicopters fly low to find tracker in the drain
Its an incomparable walk through the Harlem calm
When boys look for a father figure
That is on the run
And lives behind a gun
Triggered loyal woman over gold diggers
Nike's over Addidas
Peasants become born leaders
Know no better
Churches holdings us
Proclaiming we should stand together
"Kerk is vol
Maar daar onder draai die duiwel rond"