Poverty Stricken Survival

Hangin' on to sanity for dear life all this hollow harshness slowly drivin' me nuts forcin' out my creativity THANKFULLY!! only way out the box is by thinkin' out the box givin' life to this piece of scriptural art in my neighbourhood,"BONTAS"! shit gets really tough respect a rare commodity not given, unless it's earned the hard way fist or, weapon anythin' and everythin' always goes look at all these mental scars seekin' tranquility to heal the hurt got no choice but to get stuck in bound to loose a few as long as you learn from your mistakes life does reward the brave whichever way you get it, GRAB IT! and don't rest on your hopes, dreams and morals go out and reach for it by all means, PLEASE! pray for our troubled kids all we need is a chance, love and support to reach our full potential but instead I get handed a pipe or a glass, which way left or right, vision blurred afraid to say I'm not sure internally stigmatized to believe we're just fullfillin' the book lookin' over your shoulder becomes a natural survival antic life's a challenge, but in the ghetto it's taken to the extreme, givin' birth to hungry extremist, ripe to be exposed as left over slave descendents mixed with each and every race searchin’ for our place Lord please HELP!!1 I'm talkin' about all the exposure our kids are exposed too right in their inception phase from infant stage, even before young mums sittin' on the 'smokkel-yard' drunk shoutin' "skink 'n nog-ge-dop" " Yes-JA! laat die party ruk, tik-tik" what can I say, to top it off the system's fucked my people like havin' a " nice time" a 'coloured term' for partyin' wild forgettin' all their problems to be solved like unemployment our main 'AchillesHeel' they did not realize the importance of schoolin' yourself on life and lovin' thy'self most importantly I learned the hustlin' way self perceived victims sufferin’ from drop out-syndrome that's been doin' the rounds for decades within our race lack of unity amongst ourselves makin' thin's worse or is it? simply because we don't know any other way to exist, to some degree that idiot, Blackman has a point to be disapproved in order for me to find my peace the brainwashin' begins, never ends even before birth, that curse strung on me for centuries UNHOLY SHIT! THE KIDS! your not even safe in your mother's womb blood suckin' drug merchants lives right next door, oppisite the street around the corner or in your very own home bad habits thus become difficult to escape the heartless, gutless pigs destroyin' our children's future by sellin' them drugs grim reaper-like bearers of hopelessness anguish and pain chemically magnified by their lust for the blin'-blin', Ka-Chien! GRAAAAKPOEFFFF!!!! there's a bucked of gold flem snorted straight from my asthma chest I just imaginately spat at your grave punk ass satan-slave I call it: "the demonic get rich quick scheme" but mark these words there destructive days are bein' numbered out, so Help me God! give me the strength to uplift all my disadvantaged communities Kallie wavin' madly, whistlin' at his smokin' buddy Kannie: "short nog 'n vyf rand, dan strike jy die machie, ons roek 'n nog-ge-pyp, pop 'n nog-ge-E of koep 'n nog-ge-straw" are an addict's favorite words ask me I know, loved usin' it myself so much so, I'm just grateful to be on the breathin' side at that time, you feel insanely blessed with so many options off to destructive mental bliss with a smile on your tainted face spring in your unfit steps but spoiled by the grimace engraved on my impoverish soul a necessary temporary retreat to escape from the hopelessness found forever dwellin' in poverty WATCH OUT! Wherever they are they're just scavenging' on you to be born the chances that you might end up in a gang, raped or depended on drugs are so good it's just bad for our survival spirit I feel we're burdened with or I should say blessed with it takes much more than logic not to drown in all the mental debris floatin' around your immediate space but what can I say to inspire change thank You Lord for sparing' me for another day, I know all the answers are stored in inside all we got to do is reach and pull it out, Thank You for my blessings Oh Lord! I true'ly feel for the lovin' parents forced to send their kids out into these streets where even playin' has become a risk they don't play as we did back in the 80's, that was even said about us by kids from the 70's our millennium adolescence are hustlin' the corners, all brass with bloated waist lines given rise to innocence lost at a premature stage hard knock kids leavin' no room for natural naivety perceived as an uncultural weakness a capital lettered NO-NO! you'll be stepped upon if you can't stand up for yourself the question I always ask before I hit the streets is how can you be safe when I've got nothin' to eat at our broken homes love has turned cold 'Material-Lized' you can't see self without designer labels clingin' to your skeleton frame always thinkin' what? the neighbors will say if I don't wear Addidas or Nikes they might think I'm less of a person and I won't fit in R1000 clothes for show bought on debt by our good intendin' parents but tonight there's nothin' to eat on our empty tables pass me that cigarette, glass and pipe must be good, everyone’s doin' it and it's easin' the stress survivin' on empty brings: matriculated but I can't find a job to proud to sweep the streets or work at the local shop but it's fine mommy works and she always said she'll give me everythin' she never had, the plot lost on both sides, but don't give up there's always hope survivin' on the edge has it's benefits if I can call it that there's so much potential for lyrical content an adventurous drama unfolds in every home, everyday we exist as people there's hope even for the 'previously disadvantaged' 'culturally misplaced' 'spiritually dissipating' race of many colors hence we are dubbed 'coloureds' well to be frank that suits us quite perfectly proudly South African born and bred in poverty filled with big dreams of inspirin' change by usin' everythin' we do wrong to our advantage by switchin' on the good bringin' light to our post-struggle existence with a few positive words of encouragement from within to our kids don't despair a lyrical God's-son has risen from a slump to bring enlightenment to thee "Alive with Opportunity" all we need do is learn to know and love yourself and the chance to express how we feel?, has arrived this poet has taken it upon himself to provide an outlet for all our troubled kids' potential to be unleashed unto the unsuspectin' world you have been warned Jur'ni and his people are on the rise each time I write it brings me closer to releasin' my dream of achievin' great things for my peoples community upliftment so that we can break the curse Poverty Stricken Survival brings...