Impilo is bound to be hard 

And it always gives us a fright

Hustlers always out trying to survive

Some to provide their families with pride

As they make promises to give their families a soft life

But fail whenever they tried 

Impilo i fana na madice 

Sometimes you pop 

Sometimes you flop 

Some have suicidal thoughts 

 As they struggle to tie life’s knots

They end up being criminals

Going in and out in prison, being famous for notorious reasons

Forgetting the real reason for livin’ 

The people of this nation 

Only know frustration 

Beyond the system’s constipation 

There’s only saturation 

 The public wants justification 

Of this intoxication 

There’s a right to information 

But with an objection 

Police have powers 

But it has a limitation

Because of this communication, 

Of corruption and intimidation 

One who has the designation 

Has no intention 

And one who has a suggestion 

Has no position 

To correct the incorrection 

Of this discrimination 

And end the hallucination

Itoitoi is not a solution

For this reflection 

Of this interaction

With corrupt politicians 

The government keeps failing

The youth, primarily young children

Siya phusha, siya phanda, siya geleza, siya gereza ak spani 

That’s our everyday rotation 

Our indirect proportion

Crying is what we live for 

As where we come from 

Killing is their comfort 

Our story is tragic 

And we need some magic

Criminals get arrested and later released 

And come back to the public to do as they please

Some citizens no longer have hope in the police