In my daily routine
My way home passage
Is an infernal place
Bad deed don't seem to elapse
Prostitute roam in the midnight
Church street doesn't tally the words of God
A corpse is lying in a red pool
Blood has painted the future
Sangomas throw bones and foretell lies in lieu of money
We have adopted so much to bite our tongues trying to pronounce who we are
You should have told me more about red
I could have known
I might be dead
I could have known
The smiling world isn't friendly
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