Hey ladies and gents! I’m confident you will enjoy this piece. Some motivation to rise above all odds and the negative energy you face at Kasi.

The jungle of the human world…

We all know it by one name: Kasi,

And as for the Americans… the hood.

Aint no rules in this domain,

In many corners you will find cocaine,

You don’t fight it, you just simply say okay,

And as for the ones who ought to fix things?

They are deemed the odd ones out, let us say, the rotten bananas.

In this world, gangsters are crowned kings,

And even if they dare cross the line, the Gods of mob justice shall prepare them a dish… a dish that they shall serve well to them.

Your dreams? Your passions? Don’t breathe a word! Zip it! Shut it! That’s your secret!

Either you are stupid, retarded or full of yourself, according to the standards, 

The Kasi standards.

Who the hell believes in following dreams? This is Kasi!

The Spirit of survival rules,

Stick to some shitty job you hate, and everyone will love ya’,

If you are caught following the Spirit of Passion,

Many will hold a grudge,

Be warned: some will pay a visit to the witchdoctor, ofcourse you will be the topic of the conversation.

But hey, you will have many supporters snd admirers who are inspired by you,

Every coin has two sides.

This place, this world, this war zone will make you damn strong and wise,

Just watch your back on the way to the top,

Detest allowing yourself to become a flop,

If you’re a people-pleaser you need to stop,

You will be treated like nothing till’ the day you pop.

When that happens you may be in trouble with a cop,

Behind bars you will be less than a mop,

Stand your ground!

Smile not! Do it with a frown.

The floor aint gold it is dirt brown,

You must fight for your crown,

Or you will remain a clown,

That never ever sees town.

Honour your potential,

Honour the one you see in the mirror,

Honour your Ancestors,

Other than that…

Welcome to the desert,

I mean kasi… the hood,