Lionshead

I've been reminiscing about Jozi today
Chakalak, fat-cakes, and three dollar wine
And all that good stuff
But also remembering what the end of the world looked like
Some wild shit we saw while ridin' a bike
Shit looked like the Taj Mahal
But ain't no gator dancin'
And the only Skip you might see last name is Gates
But that camera crew that came too late

Gold Reef City
Feelin' Lucky and also scary
'Cause these niggas know we not family
I don't speak no Zulu, Xhosa, or Sotho
And the only thing I got for you is universal negro head nod
Or should I say, Bantu?
But fuck that!
We namin' ourselves; reclaiming ourselves
I'll call it how I see it and move accordingly

Tryin' to do this rap shit, 'cause I got so much to say
So why not put it on the beat
In Africa, America, and beyond
Tryin' to transgress the boundaries
While respectin' the specificity of location
Which allows me to truly understand
The difference between Madiba and Dr. King
By also recognizing the sameness
And the Disney revisionist histories imposed upon them
By those who shall remain nameless

And hopefully, that will remove some power
But I was told by my husband
To call devils by their name
And I'm not sure yet
As I continue to navigate
The difference between accountability
And shame
Either way
Free the land
Decriminalized sex work
And flushing toilets should have been for all

And until then ZA
Hopefully to celebrate Rhodes' fall
And that motherfucker, Botha too