It's Sunday in South Africa
It's a little rainy so don't mind if I studdle
I wake up everyday with thoughts of struggle
I wanna be somebody but my inner strength start to mumble
But I got to look for happiness even though where I live it's expensive
The intesnsity of where I live almost mde me give up on poetry
I miss wearing my blessings like a roserry
It's Sunday let me go to church