IN MY RAGE
Call me a rebel
Sue me for libel
On me cast a spell
Tell you what, that crap I repel
Call me a rebel, you maybe right
But still surprised that I don't bite?
Isn't that rope too tight?
See, I keep it short; don't take too long in a fight
Call me a rebel, see if I care
All I know is, my type is but rare
You steal you kill, leaving nothing to spare
For that day of my rage, prepare
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
7 April 2025
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