YMCA

Monday was another hectic day ... anyway it passes
Tuesday I play this tune until I dream a poem
I cross my legs, copy and paste my thoughts
to this page with the help of this pen ... thank you pen
The stomach unfulfilled, the mind filled ... with these swords
of poetic words
No need to waste my money at KFC King of Fake Chips
because YMCA is a Yorghut Mixed with Cold Aquelle
so it all ingredients mixed in one rather than one piece for R1O.

I read that, rehearse this Wednesday not a wedding day it is a
day of poetry day homie mind your business
ngimbongi ngiyahaya, ngumrapper I rape the words with mercy
You listen to my words your head shakes in disconcert ...
hell I don't care

It freedom of expression through the spoken word
These are my words hear? So you accomplish your mission

YMCA- Your. Mission. of Compliance. is Accomplished.
It Wednesday youngster it an open mic
at YMCA.

I'm a comedian I view you with a joking eye
what are you wearing?
A fake jean so you are fake... no no the joke
isn't funny but I'm goin to YMCA homie
Perhaps I'll get hold of one woman

Come on boyfriend let got YMCA
you'll get what you want afterwards
time's runnin' let's go ....