[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Tea in my gla**
And if I put my ear to it I can hear the sea like my name's Santiago
Places that I go for reef
The type of fish that won't end up within the walls of the skiff
Skip rocks in the fountain of youth
Millionaire man coming back to the blizzock
Only to find out the place he climbed out is not
What he expected
Left like a trash man to pick up the pieces
Looks at the homeless men
Looks at polices
Then looks at children
Looks at the sky
Asks for forgiveness
Then weeps at the gangsters who pop pills and pillage
Mile-high buildings that overlook the dirt
Ashamed like being poor to tell where he works
White-collar crooks, Blue-collar hands
Scholar's books
As we take our daily bread
Amen