Shepherds & Sheep
Composed by Modise Mogakane
Written by Dido & Tshwarelo Mogakane
Produced By Modise Mogakane
Mastered by Modise Mogakane & Bentar Sibuyi
Recorded @ 1335 Studios
Arranged & Mixed @ 1335 Studios
Published by MegaMak Muzik
Track
Dido
I will go down with this ship,
And I won’t put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love…
And always will be… x 2
Intro
(Aha
And I can see you baby girl, and how you feel
You’know, those hundred feelings
Of bitterness, desperation, confusion
Yeah
Ribelatti’s here
Ribelatti loves you
Shepherds and sheep
Ah)
Ribelatti
Verse 1:
In the blanket of night, he creeps in her room
He’s sick, the creep trade-marking her doom
Takes off his pajamas,
Everything on the floor, including his tangas
In the other room sleeps her mama
The death of world peace, sorry Mr. Dalai Lama
I’ve got to speak it as I see it
If they ban me from talking my mind, so be it
I got beef with motherfuckers who murder chickens
As they say it in they drama, the plot thickens
I think this kinda shit sickens
His dick on Viagra, so nothing weakens
Alright Majita let’s talk this walk
You might be a globe-trotter
But don’t ever cross this border
What kind of a father
Sleeps with his own daughter?
Ke re a le none le a bola
A ke repe eke a sola
Yo useless, ga le na mohola
Le madimoni, kefa ba e rola
Even the devil shakes in his boots
During the day, y’oll dressed in you suits
Fela boshego, le di asshole
How you gonn shove yo penis in yo girl’s hole?
Explain it to me
Be an artist, motherfucker paint it for me
It might be nothing to you, but it’s a pain for me
What you call drizzle, is nothing but rain to me
And I can see tonight it’s raining (tonight it’s raining)
And my heart is paining
Yeah, Ah
Chorus
Dido
I will go down with this ship,
And I won’t put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love…
And always will be… x 2
Verse 2:
Ribelatti
Now…
She’s 25 feeling ready to date
But the monster already decided her fate
Her friends don’t know
Today Mr. Boyfriend wants some more
But she feels violated and dirty
What she gonn do when she turns 30?
Only God knows what goes on in the potholes and the pits of her heart
But I’ma sing these hundred feelings into something Mozart
Baby girl please smile
Forget yo dad, just delete his file
Permanently remove his ass from the recycle bin
I know it’s hard dealing with this cardinal sin
Even Social Development ain’t put money on it
Where them politicians is at?
What do I call it?
A crisis, a syndrome, a disaster?
Worse because one of these porn-star fathers is a pastor
Daddy took her panties off
You tell mommy and all she can do is laugh
Scold you and rough you up
Hey people what the fuck is up?
Did you bring children into the world just to fuck ‘em up?
For them to die?
For them to keep quiet and protect the lie?
This is a family matter
You tell that little girl
I swear it would have been better
Had she been born in hell
Outro:
(Yeah,
Dedicated to all the girls… who slept with they fathers
Imagine shepherds having sex with sheep
Leaders attacking followers in sleep
Doesn’t it bother that this happens under yo nose?
Right under yo nose
It’s not a secret, everybody knows
Because the truth is strange
But it’s time for a change…
Ribelatti…)
– ends –
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