Surrounded On All Sides

born as a sufferer
grew up as a sufferer
struggle as a sufferer
 make it as a sufferer

hike as a sufferer
survive as a sufferer 

              roots are in the ghetto          where the most of them are sufferer


This is what constitutes my life, and how everything is so... stacked against me.
If you want to know just how angry I am, take this as a typical moment in my life:-
I turn on the TV around 6pm, and on SABC 1?, or 2? there is this talk show about nothing in particular, and it gripes me because I am feeling robbed of my identity, some fool is counting 16 days to the start of the Africa Cup of Nations, and when I switch channels, there is an Afrikaans thing, and I go, "bunch of racists!", and then when I think of the Xhosa women, I find myself remembering their loudness, and the fact that even the women sound like men, and NONE of them like wearing their hair naturally, but imitate the white people like it is a crime to just be without any artificial enhancements [which is why I will never  again have anything to do with a black woman who even stretches her hair; keep it kinky and real], and when I think of the white women, I am like, "stupid people into make-up and with superiority complexes and an un-understandable affinity for silly things like dogs, equality and going bare-assed".
Well, it would not be so bad for everyone if I was not to have anything to do with everyone,. but you see, MY point is that, just by looking at people, I get angry with them, and it therefore explains why the ten women I handpicked behaved so weirdly and chose to swallow the anger and still make some kind of move to attach themselves to me, which makes THEM the standard I use for everyone else, because I will not stretch the bare limit for anyone, because if I refrain from doing THEM any harm because they all  SAW me when I was invisible even to myself, then NOW that I am  about to be high-profile visible, do not think I will relax the t's and c's.
If you do, you will DIE, because, as I said, and I am SAYING, I HATE people.
I hate every kind of pretense and every type of indirectness.
                           
          know wha' she want [know]
              know wha' she want... yeah, yeah

                     she say she want
                    whine pon it, yeah
             tell her have fir whine pon it, yeah
                   do anything you want, yeah

       she say she want whine up in your life
        she ready fir give me that dragon                popcaan alone the girl big up
          popcaan are the one she want

then she are whine up in your life, yeah
she ready fir give me that dragon,
popcaan alone the gal big up
popcaan are the one she want

 angel:

 she want be a naughty gal, yeah
she come from a naughty world, yeah
she no lame she are arty gal
she have the whine where imagine around my world
she want 

a rasta worthy of lust like that, yeah
want me  play with her body there, girl, yeah 
no hard to get, yeah
she make me happy like holiday


Do I need to be more explicit than Popcaan in his song?
I mean, in this regard I am like God; when one enters my... zone, one shows one's true colours, and all manner of pretense is exposed, and the person usually responds BEFORE I am even aware of what is going on. So, if a woman wants anything else from me than that which is natural between a man and a woman, that woman had better run for her life before I open my eyes and focus on her, because THAT would not be to her liking, YESSS!