I came here searching for gold
But these mines keep swallowing what's mine,
For a piece of paper just to temporarily belong.
I long for the day grandpa falls off the rails,
And gives us a chance to live.
Oh wait, he already did,
But there is no change.
So in this land I'm alienated,
In this land I'm disoriented,
In this land my identity is a shame,
It's shunned,
It hidden in the name of protection
Because they decapitate here
They disintegrate
The ****
They cull
And we want you alive when home starts to look greener,
And a little less brown.
So graze with your head down,
Bleed Rands to the ground.
It's okay.
Long as you breathing baby
IT IS OHKAY.