You stand in front of me and your jeans swing below your hips
Your facial features tell me that you are among my brothers yet I do not understand the words coming from your lips
I ask you where you are from and you reply with a postcode
Furthermore, you say you remain strapped ready to load
Let me tell you something the postcode you claim will not remain yours
Forget the house you live in, you do not even possess its doors
Killing your own brother over a territory that does not even belong to you
Are you dizzy blud?
Asha Ali
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