TEMBISA FUNK

Tembisa,you never saw Zion With your own eyes Your dusty streets Have oppressed the heavens With your ghetto life You hold a lot of dreams In your ashtray On your way to college You take a detour To Mordder B prison Your afternooons Are laced with chimney smoke From the coal stoves That burn away the winter cold Your night shades Bang like thunder Another resident has lost his cellphone Story of your life Tembisa Your bosom is filled with teenage pregnancies Gun powder and drugs Empty promises From the councillors you voted for Tembisa Your funk Makes me dance To your happy ending