Mama Rosie
Once you were
pretty
What happened
through the years?
Didn’t you see in
the mirror?
Mama Rosie
You enjoy life of
luxuries
Though you don’t
have a job
But you could have
monies
Vanity makes you
down
You wanted to look
young
The craft was badly
executed
It made you look
old
Mama Rosie
Once you fell from
grace
The troubles came a
calling
The blue men came
knocking
You can’t escape
You may have cried
a thousand nights
It will not help
you to get free
You are charged
under Amla
Mama Rosie
You learned too
late
Bad deeds have a
price to pay
You will pay for
your own
The documents tell
no lies
You don’t have a
job but you have the monies
In your own bank account
You have to come
clean and save your soul
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