Road To Jo'burg Poem by Lewis DaLyricist

Road to joburg

When i look at joburg I see the city of Gold,
I see the city of hopes,
I see the city of better life,
The streets of joburg filled with thugs,
The street language keep turning joburg to jozi,
When i look at soweto
it reminds me of struggle,
Walking in the streets of tembisa thinking of
Winnie mandela zone4,
A place to where i was born,
The place that portrayed a dream as a poet,
I felt bad after leaving that place,
Knowing that joburg is my home and a place to where i was born,
I can't forget the hospitals while walking in the streets,
Eating my kota, looking at hustlers do the car wash,
Jozi taken from the street language,
I can't forget joburg a city of many names,
A city of gold known as jozi, joburg, egoli and johannesburg.

Walking in the roads looking at the train that
Hits the streets of joburg,
Thugs waiting in the sowetan corners,
Ladies dancing while gusheshe is spinned,
When i look at the street
watching thugs playing cards and some smoking woonga,
Looking at the corner unexpectadly
i saw an old lady mugged while coming from the kitchens of joburg.

Drive your car carefully you hear the streets saying "kuse goli lana"
Meaning we at the city of gold,
You'll hear the streets keep saying Kwandonga ziyaduma, kwanyama ayipheli, kuphela amazinyo wendoda,
Joburg a city
known as a gold city,
A place and a city,
A place called Gold,
A place called eGoli
along the streets of joburg.

Welcome to the gold city.

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By Lewis DaLyricist