Cape Flats gangs fighting

In the Cape flats the bullets are flying Today people are dying The gangs are killing To them it is fulfilling It is a deed so sad It can only be done by the bad The gangs don’t feel a thing They love the sting. The gangs are like wild animals Like real damn cannibals Running in the street Wanting to kill whoever they meet Whether night or day The gangs will have their way Even If they have their own way It is their way night and day. They smoke weed Even if there is no need Like the drugs they snort Their life will be short. They live by the sword And die by the sword They don’t really care To them life is one big dare. They drink a pill In order to kill They smoke weed Because they have a need They consume a lot of alcohol Till on the floor they crawl Harming people is what they do Heavy drinking is what they do. In this life they cannot cope Living a life without hope Living a life so hollow There Is nothing to follow.