[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Long breaks to break things down, uhm
Gunman letting off clips of chrysanthemums
Everybody's dumb
These words resonate in attempts to eclipse hate that slips.. wait!
Obsolete bodies fall like petals
Bombast combats with the meekness of a "have-not"
Nymph with a comely smile come a while and chill
Shush and don't rush
Got to push the brusque limits
L ride with a female driver
Staring at rosy legs like the scene of a crime
Veneers of godiva melted I asked if she read in spare time
The innocence of a paracosm is the memory in mind
Strong enough to hold 1,000 children in her hands
Not to mention things that I can't mention
Scant hope but I feel soul swelling
Earthy elevator is my despair
But where?