Freedom of Speech.. here goes
Dear Minister, what I know about politics
Is as much as I know about how chemistry,
And besides them both being really confusing
They still don’t make sense to me!
So please why don’t you come explain to me
Let’s make a date and get things on the way,
Make me change my mind and maybe my vote
You and me hey… so what do you say?
I will ask the questions and you try and keep up
And let’s not stop until we really done
No guards, no prompts or edited scripts
We not here to impress anyone.
Yes gone are the good old apartheid days,
VIVA the manna in the new Promised Land,
But here I sit waiting for that Rich Gravy Train,
Must be delayed, I don’t understand
Oh my passport as useless as the paper it’s on
I can’t fly anywhere like before
I got to the airport and as I got on the plane
They laughed and slammed closed the door!
Oh, I tried looking for a job today
The type of candidate they seek wasn’t me.
I don’t talk the talk, so they let me walk
I just don’t qualify for B.E.E.
I don’t blame you sir, I blame my mother and father,
They did not lie on my birth application
But there’s a friend of a friend who knows this friend,
Who can sort out my re-registration!
I called police, because I got mugged
They didn’t really pitch up at all that day..
Yet if it was me, just defending my home
I would be hanged come the close of the day
Yes Minister, let’s get some wine and a meal
I’ve seen just how lavish you spend,
And here I sit worried with my pap on my lap
Cause it’s been months since I paid my rent.
I don’t understand much about how politics work
But I thank you from one and all
For explaining where I fit in this picture you’ve sketched
I’m the string,
from where it hangs on the wall.
Coz we pay for that gravy, yes we certainly do
We pay all your bills and those fancy new cars,
But let me just try to make a living somehow and
I get chased by the Hawks and by SARS.
Am I mocking my country, no sir I would not
I was just thinking out loud, as you do
Just next time you come look for votes at my door
Make sure you have Gravy with you
Minister forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude
I’m down here
And you up in your parliament seat
All comfy and happy,
but before just like me,
We were the struggle, the man on the street!