We used to say it’s a place to be,

But look at us now,

We call Kuilsville “slagpal”

Whereby youngsters kill each other every weekend,

Whereby we ain’t safe at night but what can we do,

Fear is running through our vains,

Youth turned to be gangsters, they even have names.

Sloya another section in Danielskuil

Full of druggies

Full of alcohol abusers

But what do we do we, just fold our hands and watch how the youth fade away.

We bury our youth every weekend,

Just think of the pain the parents are going through.