Don’t matter
Through this currency
My dreams and hopes
Don’t matter
As the politicians get fatter
I look at my skinny son
A reflection of my situation
I pray for my salvation
A whole nation in my position
On the brink of starvation
Our ambitions
Dont matter
To the corrupt politicians
As they seek higher positions
They don’t listen to our questions
In their quest to stay in power
They come to our ghetto election time
To address the poor
Like ghetto veterans
Jive talking slang
Giving temporary handouts
With promises of land
They dont understand
Their dreams and hopes
For this land
Don’t matter to me
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