I Swear
My ghetto rises from ashy streets
To clean malls and suit suites
People's heads up and about
From busy Noordt to dirty South
Unfed mouths got to get bread
Thick skin can't afford to be scared
A hustlers' hustle, know what I mean
GP got muscle from crook your clean
Life wins without a bet
From toilet to house to let
The scene is seen written on walls
Choose your network, life drop all calls
To heaven or hell the road is pave
If the dead could tell, my soul will be saved
As the question of death I hear
The answers of life to God I swear
Copyright © Siza Sibiya | Year Posted 2017
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