That Life

Written by: Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa

The 
strong 
and 
the 
hopeless 
are 
screaming. 
Getting 
strewn 
out 
by 
harassment 
by 
the 
season. 
I 
hate 
cops 
and 
the 
new 
president 
because 
of 
solid 
reason. 
Legalized 
prostitution's 
got 
prostitutes 
raped 
by 
the 
cops. 
Gays 
molest 
these 
little 
dudes 
in 
taverns 
every 
night, 
they 
never 
stop. 
Imagine 
getting 
hit 
by 
'muti' 
lightning 
as 
you 
try 
reaching 
the 
top. 
A 
sandal-
weary 
life 
we 
live 
in 
pride 
because 
we 
like 
the 
complement 
of 
flops. 
You 
want 
to 
Jub-
Jub 
your 
Mini-
Coopers 
in 
our 
kasies, 
killing 
our 
kids. 
Or 
Metro 
police 
our 
teenagers 
in 
African 
influence 
to 
sell 
sex 
vids. 
We're 
not 
even 
passive 
to 
the 
trauma 
that 
your 
life 
can 
bring. 
Let's 
strangle 
out 
a 
note 
from 
the 
fat 
lady 
and 
make 
the 
thin 
woman 
sing. 
You 
need 
to 
try 
trampling 
me 
down 
because 
you 
know 
that 
God 
has 
made 
me 
king. 
If 
you 
mess 
with 
me, 
I'll 
appoint 
a 
thousand 
gays 
who'll 
clap 
you 
till 
you're 
dead. 
I 
don't 
need 
to 
be 
a 
Raggamuffin 
Rastafarian 
to 
know 
that 
these 
words 
are 
giving 
you 
dread. 
Pope, 
lif 
up 
uunu 
hands 
fi 
stop 
abuse, 
nuh 
lif 
dem 
up 
fi 
touch 
likkle 
pickney. 
You 
die 
from 
AIDS 
and 
all 
of 
a 
sudden,muti 
is 
made 
out 
of 
your 
kidney.