Clouds cover the skies,

Rain pulls at your eyes

But nothing hurts as much

As little words turned lies.

Walking on the boulevard of broken dreams,

Past a non-functional social structure .

We work every day to build it again,

With our blood till our believes ruptures.

Open potholes and covered ghettos,

The privileged working in leisure—

Hard manual labor left for the mulattos,

Sewage flowing through our homes

But sewage treated for their pleateus.

Indeed, we live in a different world

Than the one promised to us.

Apartheid still flows in our blood—

270 killed, kept above the fuss,

Thousands dying deep in the mud.

Chains had to crumble,

Unfortunately bread doesn’t allow.

The steel promised to us

Is the steel for the Swiss now.

No road, no air, no water, no life,

But nothing hurts as much

As little words turned lies.

- Feudal.