Ke o romelletse lengolo le tswang botebong ba maikutlo a ka,
Ke le ngotse ka moya o swahlamaneng le pelo e ntshofetseng,
Ke le ngotse ka mohopolo o tapileng le monahano o fifetseng,
You don’t know me
All you see is what I ride, the clothes I wear and the people I hang around
Masks
All I tell you are about my success, how good I am and who I have influenced
She wakes up every morning, wearing shattered clothes
Wandering around in the neighbourhood searching for her next mission while her bundles are left lonely and hungry
HUNGRY for a good meal
The silence i keep is an undying burden and my senses seek an affection to interpret. I throw into the trash a half empty honey jar, my pessimistic approach to all sweetness at my disposal.