Gangland

Crime is at the order of the day
On the Cape Flats, there is no other way
Life on the Cape Flats has gone haywire
Like a house on fire

Gangs fighting each other
Killing each other
Devoid of any feelings
Never mind the dealings				
Harming family and friends
Without making amends
Fighting and harming makes no sense
Like there is no dispense.

Blood flowing in the streets
Like from movie scenes
Gang members being slain
Moreover, there is nothing to gain

Dying with great pain.
Like animals, they are being slain.
Stabbing the heart and head
Killing and not leaving a thread

The saying goes “turn or burn”
The gang bosses prefer to burn
Because they have it all
To them life is a ball

Violence is part of their existence
Despite all the resistance
A life of harming people
Moreover, most of them are good people.

People are now being slain everyday
For the gangs that is the only way
Claiming that the land belongs them
Just like a chest full of phlegm

Some members are sought
For killing people in court
With no respect for the law
Think they can just withdraw

If they do not get bail
They end up in jail
Where they get a hero’s welcome
Every time not just seldom

All bonuses
Goes to the bosses.
All the loses 	
Are not for the bosses

Members carry the losses
They do not dare show the bosses
If there are any losses
The losses are the members’ causes.

The members will fight amongst each other
Until they satisfied who is the lowest of the brothers
That member will get the lowest of the work
It will be harder than spadework.

Every member wants to become the boss
If they fail, it becomes one big loss
A big relief for the boss
For the member’s family, a big loss

The gangs are not for the feint at heart
You cannot live apart
You must stay in from the start
Or become the lesser part.

If you join the gang
You do so with a bang
Because this type of life
Will cut like a knife

In the gang from the start
You must be very smart
Otherwise you will be torn apart
From the very start

Gang life is a rough ride
looking at it from the inside
you can easily backslide
or pretend to have died.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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