Cape Flats gangs fighting
In the Cape flats the bullets are flying
Today people are dying
The gangs are killing
To them it is fulfilling
It is a deed so sad
It can only be done by the bad
The gangs don’t feel a thing
They love the sting.
The gangs are like wild animals
Like real damn cannibals
Running in the street
Wanting to kill whoever they meet
Whether night or day
The gangs will have their way
Even If they have their own way
It is their way night and day.
They smoke weed
Even if there is no need
Like the drugs they snort
Their life will be short.
They live by the sword
And die by the sword
They don’t really care
To them life is one big dare.
They drink a pill
In order to kill
They smoke weed
Because they have a need
They consume a lot of alcohol
Till on the floor they crawl
Harming people is what they do
Heavy drinking is what they do.
In this life they cannot cope
Living a life without hope
Living a life so hollow
There Is nothing to follow.
Copyright © Andre C Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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