You could be trending
And the money you don't have, spending
Yet your heart chambers, rending
She walks down the streets
Treating the hood as in the skits
Yet he sees her as a trophy for keeps
You could be trending
And the money you don't have, spending
Yet your heart chambers, rending
Swinging and dancing down the lane
As she does, he finds it hard to keep sane
At the end, it has always been desruction all the same
You could be trending
And the money you don't have, spending
Yet your heart chambers, rending
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
19 October 2024
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