One Mic

She wakes up blood drenched
And covered in sweat her A cup's unclenched
She doesn't expect to be the victim
Of a man her mother
Respects who doesn't respect her daughter
Or her mother except
When he wait's for her to fall
Asleep and subtly lets himself into
Her bedroom and then unbuckles his jet
Black jeans and a belt
Before he suddenly gets on top of
Her to cover her mouth
He doesn't expect what happens next
She'll proudly say she doesn't
Regret because she's heard about it
From her younger cousin
She let him have his way with
Her the first one dozen
He gets violent this time
Around because she doesn't
Just let him have his way with her
He should have a dozen regrets by now but the
Look on his face isn't one of regret
He smothers her, gets in between her legs
Unbuttons her set of pyjamas
The struggle then gets bloody
When she reaches under
Her set of pillows for a kitchen knife
And then stabs him right in the gut with
Her left hand but if he dies
She and her mother are left stranded
And if he lies covered and dressed bandaged
When the SAPS uncover the dressed bandit
Trying to address what she did
With her left hand
It doesn't matter cause she's the
Reason they're left stranded
And I would tell you all about it but the
God knows that all I need is one mic

I'll tell you all about it
The women and children imprisoned
By scars but all I need is one mic
And I'll tell you all about it from
The alcohol abuse by Uncle Paul
Abuse but all I need is one mic
I'll tell you all about it
The women and children imprisoned
By scars but all I need is one mic
And I'll tell you all about it from
The alcohol abuse by Uncle Paul, abuse

It begins with a couple of kisses
He subtly switches his hands and
Then touches her misses
A couple of kisses later he's encouraging
Blisses and mumbling wishes and
Then puts her aside like he's
Done with the dishes
She stubbornly misses the signs
Of his cunning
Dismisses the lack of a condom, benign
And comfortably kisses the son of a
Missus goodbye while she's wondering if
This was an act of love or
Is that just something fictitious?
She tries to whisper I love
You but he shuns her
She wishes she wasn't just another number
Just one of his bitches
One of her wishes are granted when she
Suddenly misses her period and that's the
Sum of a couple of kisses mixed
With his cunning and wishes, touching
Encouraging kisses but who am I judge?
That's just none of my business
She decided to keep it and did stomach the
Vicious gossiping about her secret
For nine months
But, to keep it a secret was impossible
But that's no reason to leave it wrapped in
Some plastic for the garbage man to
Receive it across the street from a hospital
Where they could just keep it
And I would tell you all about it but the
God knows that all I need is one mic

(I'll tell you all about it
The women and children imprisoned
By scars but all I need is one mic
And I'll tell you all about it from
The alcohol abuse by Uncle Paul
Abuse but all I need is one mic)

I'll tell you all about it, I'll tell
You why they call him Professor, a blesser
Who's in charge of the mess
A little party and pressure
Some Bicardi, Professor does to Charlie
Vanessa was never ready to lose
Her virginity but at this
Party, a pessimistic Charlie, the pressure
Quickly discarded Vanessa's virginity
Her dignity considered garbage
A blesser was never an option for Mbali
I guess the city, Pabi, a Hector
Mixed with Ferrari's, Da LES
The clique and Nthabi a lesbian chic
A Charlie ate and disgested Mbali
She's late, i guess that the money she
Got for her 'groceries'
Is why she's sleeping with Nathan and Charlie
Taken to parties by men who have
A Wraith or a Harley lying
Around in the bank just for
Some change at the bar
Thee Range's, Ferrari she saw after Jason
WASABI is her favourite place to eat now
Faith and Pulane are sleeping
With the same guy
Let's call him Jason, Mbali's ex-boyfriend
But what if both Jason
Mbali are HIV positive?
Then both Faith and Pulane
Could be HIV positive
Plus Nathan and Charlie
Not to mention all of men
Who've seen and tasted Mbali
Jason, Mbali could've been safer
Than sorry if Jason
Wore a condom before he tasted a Tlali
And I would tell you all about it but the
God knows that all I need is one mic

(I'll tell you all about it
The women and children imprisoned
By scars but all I need is one mic
And I'll tell you all about it from
The alcohol abuse by Uncle Paul
Abuse but all I need is one mic)