Bad rag we?
SO
This is what I promise you all in Simonstown:- the only time you will SEE me would be when I come to collect my dues, meaning bloodletting and the demise of you all.I am in Claremont now, much closer to Cape Town and the hotel I spoke of, and have no need to backtrack even a little for anyone, because only I matter, when you get right down to it, and it matters to me that I NOT be humiliated at all, ever again.
I'm ready now
Who did I chat?
The whole side we are action pak
no beat round the bush
no go away and come back...
The whole side we are action pak
no beat round the bush
no go away and come back...
Now, I was talking the other day about this other one I claimed who fell prey to my sticky finger; the girl in this silver car;- well she comes too, but aside from these that I have chosen, I know not of anyone else I would welcome at this moment.
About the ... hair...;- well, as I hate pretense, and I know that without extensive use of things like Revlon, hair curlers, and some hair 'foods' a black person's hair will never stretch like a white person's, I find it extremely hypocritical that certain woman would strut around like models on a catwalk with hair that has been doctored, with even ear-rings that mean a piercing has to have occured, and with make-up [the last two include all women] so that effectively the woman is saying what she is is a mistake, and that makes me mad, because if you do not like what you are, then die, do not apply artificial enhancements that mean you either have the memory of what you once were when you look at the 'improved' you, or that you revert to what you are when out of public scrutiny.
the need for disguise disgusts me, because as far as I am concerned, disguise is a compromise, and compromise I hate, fervently, which is why I can not ever draw back, or turn away from what I have decided to do, since then I would be saying someone else has a better idea than me how I ought to live my own life, which is a lie.
About the ... hair...;- well, as I hate pretense, and I know that without extensive use of things like Revlon, hair curlers, and some hair 'foods' a black person's hair will never stretch like a white person's, I find it extremely hypocritical that certain woman would strut around like models on a catwalk with hair that has been doctored, with even ear-rings that mean a piercing has to have occured, and with make-up [the last two include all women] so that effectively the woman is saying what she is is a mistake, and that makes me mad, because if you do not like what you are, then die, do not apply artificial enhancements that mean you either have the memory of what you once were when you look at the 'improved' you, or that you revert to what you are when out of public scrutiny.
the need for disguise disgusts me, because as far as I am concerned, disguise is a compromise, and compromise I hate, fervently, which is why I can not ever draw back, or turn away from what I have decided to do, since then I would be saying someone else has a better idea than me how I ought to live my own life, which is a lie.
Co we be keeping it live
and we dont be talking that jive
Dutty blazing it over jive
We no backslide
Co we everyday pon the campaign
Non stop we driving this train
Platinum heats and all a this fame
We change the game
and we dont be talking that jive
Dutty blazing it over jive
We no backslide
Co we everyday pon the campaign
Non stop we driving this train
Platinum heats and all a this fame
We change the game
