Fanele Thee - The Taxi System

The culture
Harbours disgraced father's
As watchers
Of the pale leathers
Laughter
Louder than takes of rapping bastard's
Cos saggers
Are like the puncture of a dompas
They land us
In townships as slaves with pictures
On tires
That move birds that know to twitter
So tired
I wonder if they will retire
So tired

I'd rather talk about how mothers remain son lovers
No matter Mayweather baller or broke rapper
Cos mother nature is father's true lawyer
The land lord made him a sinner
Where rents higher
Than any prayer
So the revolver
Is Gods act by characters
The book of Africa forgotten
But then again I'm just an artist
Or hypocrite if this recording
Makes no sense to those important
Take me home oh taxi man
Take me home oh to my mothers and
Take me home taxi man
Take me home oh to my fathers land
Take me home oh taxi man
Take me home oh to my mothers and
Take me home taxi man
Take me home oh to my fathers land
So I can take out these shoes
Connect with my roots
Omkhulu' Abaukhulu
So we can grove
So I can take out these shoes
Connect with my roots
Omkhulu' Abaukhulu
So we can grove
I'm driving people in sixteens
Weather you're a baby or descendant of Elohim's
Wena type to thank me when I'm in a coffin
Not when I'm 360 running the world see
I'm out of touch with

What a star should really be
I exist in reality where they play me
As I'm decomposing
While they decode my first verse
I know it's worth me in a hearse
Still unheard you heard
I'm cooking a storm to reign my from
Hopefully inspire them all
You need to talk I'm only a call
Away from sharing you my thoughts
Gandalf talk
Not the type to run and tell the fox
Or stab you with screenshot's
For something as cheap as words
And if the sheep need a herder
Mr opened ears here cancel out the squealers
We are not equal

I'm the producer who rapped better than who you thought of
And cheap knock-offs a land-mine if they step on...

Written by:
Fanele Zulu

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