In The Town - Rapsody, Nomsa Mazwai

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

Word around town spread, she lying on her deathbed

Used to spend most her days making sure they love fed

Corners used to hold her like coasters do Colas

And then when his satellite cobra striking and her disses paying good bread

She young, 18, never listened to what her mom said

Her daddy touch her fatty, now her real daddy insulted

Using his child to put some money in they wallet

She young, child bearing a child, she feeling nauseous

Sick of the world but got a fetus, need to feed it

So her need to me and then give it pleasure all for her baby girl

She curls her hair with irons, not hot as the heat she lyin with

That got her sick and now her insides inside her dying

Cars past they flyin, but everything around her slowing all

She sees the money that the town give to buy her

Soul, at 18 years old

Remind me of so many young girls I know in the town

In the town

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

In the town

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

Downtown, in the town

The nights move fast when the lights turn off slow

She all done shopping, got some brand new platforms

She could walk the town flagging down new Acuras or

Shiny Accords with two pastors in back of 'em

Don’t make her feel God, can’t forgive her for all of those

Said she stack her paper and won’t change forever ho

And she ain’t even showing so she going for all the dough

Cause the stress piling up and what she need is some help to cope

Exchange with drug dealers, some blow for blow hilla

Tryna take her mind off the killer like pillars dope

Her mind stay on it, wishing God would just make it snow

And take her off the streets, if only just for Monday though

The town hard and she scarred and she just wanna let go

On her dying bed, she take her last breath on an overdose

Only hours after pushing out a young baby though

She named her a miracle and prayed for her baby’s soul

And now she older, 16 on the corner

Raised by her mom and daddy, smoking marijuana

Her real mom and daddy though, she never got to know 'em

Never knew a different life because no one was there to show her

Take her by the shoulders, tell her she was beautiful

Without a shame you never paid that at her age won’t use you all

She never finished school and never got to go to prom

And spent most her weekends working, putting needles in her arm

All the older women say she look just like her mom

And how she used to read the scripture from the Bible, Mark and John

But now she’s all alone in the town by herself

Like her mom tending to they needs, living for the wealth

Worried 'bout her health and the life that’s inside her

Reading scriptures from the Bible now and this is the cycle of the town