KAMPALA by Kidron Nabende Googo

KAMPALA by Kidron Nabende Googo - Open Mic Uganda
If its not a trash hip, its a pack of nice hips
If its not a pot hole, its a cutie so tall
Where barely a road is good, expect to eat dust
Where every cop is rude, expect to spend fast
Only thing more than pot holes, are th cuties in the city
Only thing more than cops, is poverty n crime in KLA city
Oh my crazy city, just saw a beggar wit a phone!
But wat a pity, many in my city have no home
2day i saw a man, true his fingers were less
But from his smile i cd tell, his dreams were no less
Yesterday i saw a child, true she was dimeless
But in her eyes i cd tell, she was far from hopeless
On everystreet i c a hustler, smart or shabby,
In time u shall learn, they all come greedy
Everylane with a mama, Eastern Northern or Western,
Well dressed n so blessed, they come either plenty or pretty
No wonder many drive reckless, its wea we drink in excess
The home of dust n the rolex, its wea both come in excess
In the mother of traffic jam, shd cars be mail, this is spam
In jam sippin my soda on a boda, KLA feels like boda boda city
But oh what a beauty, when at night I see my city
Light up n bloom under the moon, damn i love KLA city…

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