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skwatta kamp - story to tell lyrics

[verse 1: slikour]
i’m from the east of the rand, homeboy
where george bush and hussein don’t mean a [?], homeboy
they wanna start wars with a [?], homeboy
well, it’s about time the world caught up with [?], homeboy
’cause the war never stopped ’round here
weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
drugs are so available you’d think they sell them at shops
looking special at funerals ’cause guns always c#ck
corners stay the same
kids that occupy them go insane and dead
or locked up then replace, it’s a vicious chain
only the corners will live to tell
something call and help, this is where we dwell
where all commit suicide, we buy freedom in jail
this is the scariest place, but we’d rather be here
this is where we lost family, where we drink beer
this is where we grew up, man
this is our home

[verse 2: ]
joburg city for the greedy, wilding city of gold
place of hope for the needy, these are stories untold
stick#ups, hijacks [?]
jozi streets are pushing for the [?] of all kind
guns and the love of money got fathers k!lling their sons
[?] with the city of dreams, promised#land for the poor
drug dealers an taxi drivers always ready for war
walk around alone at night, you robbed for sure
crime galore , believe it it’s no metaphor
face the floor, robbery is right at your door
living in fear, ’cause you know the time is near
rich or poor, this here is what we all share

[verse 3: ]
here’s a place where the movers and the crooks grew up
a place to be proud of, where this kid grew up
as a young lad growing up in soweto
i had to make ends meet every day of my life
it wasn’t all a smooth ride, i had to fall and get up
i had to be a grown man at an early age
waking up at five o’clock just to catch a bus
township mentality got the best of us
represent west rand till the day that i die
dobsonville, shawelo this is a calling for you
if it wasn’t for you, i wouldn’t be what i am
a grown man with a mission putting value for you

[verse 4: ]
what, you from the east, west side?
f#ck it, i’m from the north
gomora sbal’, where the thugs never get caught
and i’d like to have a picnic in a cute place like hillbrow
but hillbrow dwellers, they think alex is h#ll, bro
[?] alex get smacked, though
ho cha mpama, ho lla difebe, ho nkha letaere
i’ll be real with you, f#ck with me, hao batle ho nyela
u ya bona i#alex, ke kasi ya makasi
mauka surviva u hlala daar, ba ya [?]
i’m not leaving my hood, there’s plenty to see
[?]

- skwatta kamp lyrics

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