Ghetto Poetry - Dravitoz

low ride into the Soweto nights,
memories of my ghetto nights;
mind dusts the celebrity soil,
heritage to the living soul.

i walk the streets of fame,
driven by curiosity i blaze;
excited, trapped, lost in time,
i am dazzled by the Soweto nite.

morning comes to the heart's desire,
sunrise endures the kasi flavour;
it is a true feeling indeed,
to be part of such a heritage.

i switch on Radio Jakaranda,
is this my old man's station?
the station that played icons,
icons that stood the test of time.

kasi chicks flow galore,
beauty pleases the eye;
not too shy yet so sweet,
nature loving picture perfect.

i hear a squeaking sound;
i turn into a Gusheshe parade;
an O is drawn during daylight,
screams of joy set the mood.

low ride into the Soweto nights,
memories of my ghetto nights;
mind dusts the celebrity soil,
heritage to the living soul.

Soweto Ecstacy

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