I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another person headed to heaven, there are only two places we are headed for, either dead or in jail, the system is made to frustrate the youth, to make you give up, it doesn’t want anyone to visualize, to analyze any thing that will keep you on a pay role, I’m never writing bout love for all my life its been a hustle. The police look at me like I'm a slanger, I feel like they are making threats to my family its like am in danger, the security is a laps, and all I think is to have a gun, you wonder who can you run to when the gangs are on your back. Mothers and fathers separated from there sons, either to death by sick gang wars hitting the streets or to sentence to jail term without trial. The system we are to count on is taking us out with every struggle. Nothing comes straight all at an angle, you got to keep you head up to make it to the other end, am not even certain about heaven, so I cant even tell how being dead feels. Life expectancy has fallen its 45 of life or even minimal, communities are being treated as criminals. We have gangs that we identify with from mungiki to Taliban then to the other crazy names, we live in fear yet we claim sovereignty, I ask where the fucking justice is, and I see judges and the law makers messing up with our heads. There are no clear facts just bloated stories, we ain’t kids why do we have to lied to, I have toiled so hard n this land and why should all I worked for just get of my sight, or is it that there are person of better degree than I am? I’d be seen on the streets and not talk to the police, the system in the country, state all is guilty until proven innocent, this is the only country that you can serve a jail term before being heard in courts, why do we have to worry so much bout tomorrow, and get afraid to borrow, we don’t trust no body for I was raised by the street code, don’t trust the judicial system I was born with the G code and it was embedded in my blood, I was born guilty and I don’t need to suffer for that, I’d shoot guns if I had one and fight battles in the hood to keep safe, there are leaks in the system and its sinking the security of this country, we got mob stars calling themselves gangsters in national TV, and life is becoming to tight to survive, its like living in a small place as the hives. It’s a battle of the haves and the have not, the one who can be safe and the ones who are out to burn, we’re in the struggle like a lite from a candle in a stormy windy day, our race is in extinct, that is the ones who can speak the truth and set the nation free. And make it a free will, am not trying to be a hero or something for I may end up in jail or detained or even worse that what one can imagine life’s so fucked up, gals gone clear heals boys gone puffing drugs. It’s a hustle but who’ll save us from this, I have worked so hard to make a difference but you step your seen as the worst and jail is knocking at the door, so why the struggle.
The messed up system
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