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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dusty shoes and wipsy hair But i do not care I am headed to Jozi Smelting hair and drowsy heat That will not deter me I am headed to the streets paved in gold, Jozi With nothing more than the clothes on my skin And pure ambition riding me. I am headed to Jozi And I will not looked back I greeted the sun as we met at the taxi rank I'll say good morning when we meet early morrow It doesn't matter that I am a stranger It should not matter that I'm in a foreign land This land of gold must cast its ion ores Amongst the winds I intend, and will most positively indeed, live on the fringes If I must Mother nature, look out for me! For as long as you've been known You never appease. Put your light before me, with the satchel at my back Keep your wisdom by side And your mercy beneath my feet Oh long dusty road into Jozi How I do see you now! The road which broadens with each prospect of days to come The gravel strengthened by pillaged hands Land of minerals overflowing in dreams Sweeter than bees but lacking in honey Yes,I am walking into Jozi Such a sight, illuminating in glorious light JOZI, the land of decorated dreams Where my poverty was never seen And the streets did welcome me The birds sangs for me And my riches a blessing still to be Land of decadence, paved with trees Air so pure, it cleanses the leaves AND now, all I am left with, hope of these riches, this beautiful city to be. For me it must be, Jozi, to being free. Jozi, land of the freed
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