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City Of Walls

 

City Of Walls

(album: Eyes Open - 2013)


Obani bengathinta amabhubesi?

Uh... yeah
You lock me out, and lock yourself in
Tall walls, guard dogs, and barb-wire fence
We divided, from within
Apartheid still a part of how we live, money

Fuck you up like hard drugs
Can't get help from the government
They strung out too, what to do
Corrupt as fuck, it's nothing new
Born that way, you stay low
Live the next life, and get paid more
Cash system, cash pimping
Even God's on the payroll
Pay more, while you stay stuck
While the politician's ain't rich enough
Police man is broke too
Now wonder why we in handcuffs
Rich man, poor man
Same city we live in
Skin color's where it started at
Castle walls is where it is

This life is hard, this world is cold
So bundle up, welcome to city of walls
Walls
Walls
Bundle up, yup, welcome to city of walls
The city of walls
The city of walls
Bundle up, yup, welcome to city of walls

You lock me out, you lock yourself in
Tall walls, guard dogs and barb-wire fence
The streets are thin, the kids don't play
This is the price you pay, growing up with barricades

True story, no glory, ghetto port from the Township
Same block Mandela lived
Same block Steve Biko lived
32, the first of three kids
Living with his Mom and step-dad
And he the bread winner for all of them
Shitty job, chump change
Just enough to not go insane
No more art, when you're numbed in pain
You never know the name of the next Cobain
Meanwhile, they living large
In Cape Town on the boulevard
Expensive art, fancy cars
Don't get robbed when you valet park
They throw their keys, with bloody paws
From on top their buildings, behind those walls

Walls
Walls
Walls
Bundle up, yup, welcome to city of walls
The city of walls
The city of walls
Bundle up, yup, welcome to city of walls

You lock me out, you lock yourself in
Tall walls, guard dogs and barb-wire fence
The streets are thin, the kids don't play
This is the price you pay, growing up with barricades
Walls
Walls
Bundle up, yup, welcome to City of Walls
The city of walls
The city of walls
Bundle up, yup, welcome to City of Walls

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