In the midst of dry afternoon sun, Flies hung wantonly on soiled tables, beer bottles, confused waiting in open pubs Loud smoke, vagrant noise everywhere
Kekenapeps in broken parts, Young men, women fight Their kids eat, communing with flies masons mans hat, gba men's cars The streets littered with wealthy technocrats Visible twirling smoke, blackened noise everywhere
In the midst of dry afternoon sun vagrant noise, black smoke from here and there, gba men make cool cash wearing basket hats, wife fight her husband, their kids communing with flies, I and boma sat calmly in a bar.