An early morning sweat pouring like a shower If only the land was as moist as my skin But it's not! So wake up, dry off, take a shower then dry off It's off to work, because it's time for a good early morning sweat Heave! Lift! Leave! Swift! Inching forward, inching upward Mother nature now wields her control Crying from the sky! Swift comes the storm! Everybody standing outside a beautiful highveld storm has arrived Temperatures, ever so high Finally show signs, they start to subside An early morning shower Tin roof perspires Dancing with raindrops, the land comes alive Cattle that was grazing, now wet and grazing, sheep in the barn now relieved of the blazing Fury through the night, the storm still in flight The racket that's keeping me awake Dawn now approaches, like a flock full of vultures Before it the storm will surely flake A moment of peace, a wonderful break Now look at the puddle that once was a lake Tomorrow the boss has a new field to rake and in the sun, I'll receive another early morning sweat Now the setting is clear, and we pray for a better year but in the end It's all in just another day

Broeders van die nasie vriende van die land Boer met my spinasie Met my voete in die sand Vryheid van die pommies ons het van hul ontsnap Tog sien ek vir Isiah soos hy in die warm son stap Ons is hulpeloos Ons Z.A.R is uit ons greep gesteel Ek dink nog terug toe dit veilig was om op die straat te speel Daai dae is nou verby en dit lyk dan nou vir my Dat ons saam moet staan soos 'n span op die lewe se doellyn Die slagoffers van die volk My woede sal geen ander mens vertolk My siel is gekwes, maar ek loer steeds wes Na die sonsondergang oor Beauford Wes. Maar dit help nie Die swartes het die langer lont getrek Ja, dit help nie Die swart man wat nogsteeds my grond bewerk Onthou nog in die ou dae Het niemand teruggepraat Isiah het gewerk soos gewoonlik en ekt gevreet soos 'n vraat Die lewe was so maklik sonder twyfel oor die staat En saans op my king-size op my boepens le ek plat Die swartes wat net voortplant verwoes nou my vaderland Die skerwe van die Broederbond is nou net deel van die sand Jou lied is sterk maar jou werkers is sterker Daarom noem ek jou 'n rassistiese tiet Wees eerlik met jouself, jy is vraatsig en bederf Spreek uit op hul, geen liefde, net verdriet Want ons is hulpeloos en verraai Ons land word soos 'n 308 ontlaai Dit is natuurlik vir my innig tragies Want ek besit die nasie en ek soek maar net my spasie Want vir die wit man was Europa net te klein

I will gladly state I will gladly not vote for the state You might think it's crime But I don't want my hands covered in slime But I have no voice I'm not even given any choice These politics These politicians live just like rats So what If I cast my cross into the pit what makes a difference, the cross or the culprit? Give me a nation where it works Democracy, that is, it is the greatest hoax ANC is king The victory song that no-one else will sing Two thirds majoity Honestly, what change will my vote bring? Well, so what If I cast my cross into the pit? I mean, what makes a difference, the cross or the culprit? Give me one nation where it works This so-called democracy. I mean, it is the greatest of hoaxes. Hoaxes... is that even a word? Whatever, that's not even the point! The point that I'm trying to make is that I don't believe any more in democracy than I believe in the Moon landings ...or Bigfoot ...or second chances in relationships Sure, I dont agree with where we are And where the power lies could be the cause of our demise Indoctrination, propoganda, lies Leave the public brainwashed through their suffering Political crimes I regret to say We may not see the change we dearly crave But sitting on the fence is far worse of a national offence

Sun on the windowpane Slowly eating away How I wished you'd stay, I miss you every day But now I bellow, Why'd you gone astray? Alone I walk in this field Where friends had lived and by law, we had a shield My love, my dear, a piece of me has died And my feet burn on the roadside 'Cause I look to the days of laughter Fueled by heavy beer Sitting round the Weber, The smell of leather in the air But now it seems the time has died of age I'm sorry that we had to part this way, My Beauty, Mercedes Benz. E63 AMG You carried me to work Because then of course you were a company perk When it rained and you got dirty, I would wash you! Eish nee, Jabulani sal hom vir jou was. I kept you oiled and your belly fed, I remember the time you had a broken leg That bliksem Frank, yes the Hi-Q Man, He doesn't know a thing about you Without you I cannot fall asleep on your perfectly clad German leather backseat My life must end, I've never felt so on-end Now that you're away because some man stole my pay So when all is said and done, a new day will have to come Before the setting of the sun, I'll buy myself a better one.

Look, our skin is so white, it shimmers in the sun And with hate we train our children Division, now that is the purest form of society We maintain: We don't fit your system Our beliefs are built on supremacy Our God-given Aryan beauty Behold, the land that we invaded Now claim back, because we do not steal "Jou baas? Haha. Is jy swart? 'n Wit man het nie 'n baas nie. 'n Wit man het 'n kollega." So as you should know, there's two types of people Racists and those who are blind And if you should ever think otherwise you're either black or have no mind Categorize the land in two To maintain the order of who is who In this joke of a country, our third world circus The colour spectrum separates in two So you tell me that there is other cultures? It cannot be true. The rainbow nation is simply a myth There is nothing else that I can ever work with And there is no one else that carries any worth From the bottom of my heart I will pray that we stay apart So Kommando Korps is waar ons groei En vir hierdie lieflike volk sal ons nog natuurlik bloei So Gee vir my net een toespraak, gee vir my net een uur Dan weet al hierdie nat lip laaities wat soek hul hier Vir Volk en Vaderland Now we will see what you're really made of with your bravery torn apart, bare See if there is something more to this inbred old man who is hiding in his lair Ek glo in die Heilige Gees Laat ons vry van swart van vlees Ek glo aan 'n heilige algemene Christelike kerk Die welstand van 'n blanke is waartoe ons werk Die gemeenskap van die heiliges Ons ras staan by mekaar Die opstanding van die vlees Afrikaans in bloed en daad Die vergewing van sondes in 'n Afrikaner staat En in 'n ewige lewe In Orania I can't believe we simply look away While men like these are left to stay To poison the minds of innocent boys With far right views, with minds they play The fire of discrimination is fueled By ignorant bastards who make askew The values of rigor and pride and power to Throw in more wood to the hell-blazing fire that rages between me and you. So I am a post apartheid child But I see the way things are Leaving all your ethics behind Only so you can trample upon the ones who are already scarred So you say that you form no part And in this great country you have no heart Then let me make it simple In the easiest terms I will spell it out: Get the fuck out of my country! Red October, a beautiful parade Joining in daylight, a race that's about to fade "We are oppressed and we need to stand tall And with our raised fists our statement is made This is a crisis, a white genocide Of thousands of people who's children have cried" Tell me what makes you so special? And why do you have to make it racial? Our country is crippled and you somehow think that the whites are the only ones suffering Think about townships that yearn for the slightest nutrition that you take for granted, the people whose lives are destroyed at the hand of corruption.

"South Africa's policy of black economic empowerment (BEE) is not simply a moral initiative to redress the wrongs of the past. It is a pragmatic growth strategy that aims to realise the country's full economic potential while helping to bring the black majority into the economic mainstream." "No economy can grow by excluding any part of its people, and an economy that is not growing cannot integrate all of its citizens in a meaningful way" "Through its BEE policy, the government aims to achieve the following objectives: Empower more black people to own and manage enterprises. Enterprises are regarded as black-owned if 51% of the enterprise is owned by black people, and black people have substantial management control of the business." Air con! Coffee! Cinnabon! Moffie! Fuck you! Racist! Office! Play this! So, i got this fancy new job ne! sitting in a chair and blowing bubbles in the air. My boss he's a really really really nice man He gave me lots of guidance for our newest business plan. "Find us an investor, oh the plan is so defiant. But of course we will make sure that he is BEE compliant." If our plans work out, this man will pump us full of cash. Then we laugh and dance and eat and drink and spend it on our ass. So thank you, F.W. de Klerk! And thank you to everyone who shot him in the back B and a double E, the alternate spelling for the word Democracy And Thank you, Hendrik Verwoerd, Without you this country wouldn't be where it should If it hadn't been for you, i'd still be living in Soweto. They took away our country, our homeland and our pride And built it full of roads on which my BMW rides Now it's time to take back all the riches we have lost from these post-apartheid children who got turned down for my job post. Freedom, equality and justice shall reside within this new certificate, my modern assegai You have an opinion that you'd like me to consider? Silly minority, I'm busy, got an email to reply.

They told me the free water isn't safe to drink And sold me some new ones in bottles that blink A bottle that's made in a factory of plastic That pollutes all of the free drinking water that washes down my sink The night skyline seems to be on fire Burning our coal to take our kind higher We are diurnal beings but yet This is the goal to which we aspire Can't you see this great error of logic? To purify ourselves we make the drinking water toxic The driving by lorry, the pumping, the taxes The refrigeration in malls fueled by assets Now tell me, is that Valpré still healthy? I seriously hate E-tolls The financial strain is taking its toll The Belgians are taking our money away Our president bathes all his guilt away In money that he stole from the country he leads to disarray Can't you see this great error of logic? To account for the land's debt you rob the public Gantries that hang over freeways like gallows Unwilling citizens' lifeblood it swallows Now tell me, is the system still wealthy?

Brothers, so here we sit A collection of colours each with its own wit Lashing out at the other With words his throat must be slit Oh, we are so blind I can't believe how we struggle to find a compromise Find a way to let the strain of Man unwind Afloat on a wind-still lake No current to pull us Independent beings aware that we should join ranks But instead we choose to swim away from the banks. Trying to flee is futile Your mark has been made and your gravestone is carved Abandon this land that's so fertile? You coward, you fool, your soul will be starved Can you please tell me why do we hate each other? And can you tell me why it is so Goddamn hard to call each other brother? Look at our beautiful country A powerful symbol of might Now see how our people are raping each other and the land in the night Can we not slow down And love our neighbour as asked from heaven far above So we sit with our heads in the past Appreciate the land so vast So I'll ask again: Can you please tell me why do we hate each other? And can you tell me why it is so Goddamn hard to call each other brother? Realize that all we needed is compassion for each other A timeless connection like the love that you see between brothers?