Rotten

Rotten, rotten they have all gotten used to the rotten
rotten, rotten we have all gotten used to the rotten

the stench which drenches the street has gotten them
now they have forgotten the reason for release from the bottomless pits of the oven
grilling them with segregated strands of equal location struggles
their heads got hit hard
fabricated strands connected to their skulls
now stories of the struggle appear dumb
thy are shut down
schizophrenic smiles while they toi-toi
still someone's Mavis
still someone's boy
black diamonds emerge from blood spill spoils
signing deals with foreign boys
still selling their land to get bigger toys

I think its rotten the way we've forgotten what the fight was for
Steve Bko in archival drawers
instead of on top of Christmas trees
where kids can reach high for ancestral dreams
we've lost our roots and our vision
there's no way we can grow a strong stem in this soil anyway
some teachers some nurses some doctors know nothing it seems
they all just rush to receive that A4 scrap degree
its all rotten the way we're living

those who want to plant to feed
are rejected and neglected for shopping mall schemes
still no mouths fed on a hundred rand spread
between a family of eight or ten
all packed in a RDP shack dilapidated and dead
polluted streets with polluted rivers of polluted waters
all running scares because it is shared in presidential quarters
people eating rotten food
to fill their rotten stomachs
to nourish their rotten minds
to produce rotten sound
we hear nothing any more
all we have are house tunes
people with swagger boots
synthesised tunes with kasi rules
all our jazz musicians dead from cocaine blues

then they push Thabo Mbeki out of the way
a great president with a great head
who knew how and where to spread the bread
who wrote books to encourage being African
now we have Zuma sodomising us all
with his lack of education and polygamous exclamations
spreading seed instead of doing good deeds
its too late for South Africa now
he's officially sold us to the European clowns
he's even merged us with wall-mart
proudly South African stamps removed from all products
as he sits on his high chair counting his Dollars, Yens and Pounds
that Dude is foul

Rotten, rotten they've all gotten used to the rotten
rotten, rotten we've all gotten used to the rotten