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What are we going to do? *
Dear mr president
I hope state house is fine for the state of the nation cannot be housed they have been aroused
What are we gonna do
When we spent all our income on paying fee
What are gonna do
When We work hard the money we get can only take us through one meal suffering everyday
What are we going to do
Government promised to create a million jobs still we have a million jobless youths
What are we going to do
Ghetto youths work hard live on pushing a cart meditate with khat piercing themselves with syringes hoping the day will be brighter
But it is still gloomy temptations to steal but are shot dead because of a crumb of bread
The future is still not clear society what are we gonna do
Opharns sleep on empty stomachs, politicians sleep on there millions beneath the bed.
What are gonna do
Government tell me what are going to do
Drought prevailed you promised boreholes now floods threaten us everyday
What are going to do
That is the way it is
Promises I see no changes I wake up and ask my self endless questions
What are we going to do
All I see is perception no perfection
What are we going to do
You walk with lies and it seems you are never gonna change I trying to keep my odds up and fight my battle
But everytime, every single moment I seem on track I knocked of by wildfires, strikes, weather elements
Tears set me on fire; lies put me in a mess; this ruins pin me down had to face
Wil they be over?
Are they gonna change?
I prefer being put behind bars
Reduce the worry, nurse the scars sketch a plan till am done every feel is painful
How comes troubles follow that same person sleeping on the streets
But still sickness will follow you false rich people where are you philanthropists
What are going to do
When even a police officer lives in fear who will watch the other crime escalates
Bullet sounds become common,
Yet we don't cry, don't cry
I shouldn't worry when my little brother was short by stray bullets
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