Gold city boy, so you know my potential is golden. Africa’s capital city, Joburg, our business needs capital transactions.
My talent and movement you cannot apprehend. I’m only appreciated by the apprentences on my right hand. I don’t even bother with many because they die and rest in pretence…it’s always been their common sense.
I’m trying to make moves in my confidence, while keeping check of my arrogance to keep my conscience in balance.
Trying to keep my beliefs away from thoughts that make me waiver. So I made a wager, going all in or nothing never leaves me with nothing. Even when I lose I gain pain from that experience until the next time I do it again.
I’ve still got dreams of a young me in a Volkswagen Citi, cruising through the city to where my home boys been smoking like chimneys.
Then you ask me, why you gotta go back to your old ways, conform to your glory days only to regret it tomorrow as always?
I don’t know. There’s just something about the boys. They understand that part of me that loves the noise. And anyways, I only do it twice a month, only show up when least expected and put a sock in the mouth of haters who disrespected.
I’m not accustomed to perfection. It always gives a fake reflection. That’s why I always leave room for mistakes in every selection.
But is that wrong of me? I’m certainly waiting to grow out of It, but how long will that be? I’m waiting to see, I like an underdog story that ends in victory.