Rappers of the house of hunger
Rappers of the house of hunger
Why do you rap me out of sleep
So early in the eerie morning?
The loveless day is filled
With dread and anger
The morning asks many questions
The night destroys and give
Only a morsel of the untruth
Who will the neighborhood
Serial killer kill today?
You see
This is what happens when
You apply to live in the city
You remember the chuff girl I
Brought here last time?
Her gray skeleton is
Used as the drinking
Calabash by the drunkard who occupies
The tall grass where you sleep
Death is your constant companion!
You think like those
Banyamulenge
You think bullets cannot penetrate
The fetish of your Bambara man
Mandingo bodies
You will die young
Rappers of the house of hunger
Can't you come up with
A proper African name
For your group of sharecroppers
Rappers of the house of hunger?
Zipping and unzipping like
That don't mean you're original
And the kill the president
Song you plagiarize
Is my own song my brothers and
You don't pay royalties in blood
Rapers of the house of hunger
Don't you know composers who go
Into restaurants with bombs
Strapped to their waists like me
Who creates rap poems
For the pleasure of the libido
And holds
The court of the magistrate of
The house of ill repute in contempt
Have no reputation and they
Don't qualify for anything
I have never won any price in
The form of The Bible in my life
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poem by Ngaka Motaung
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