As I walk through life
trying to survive,
but there's a knife
hanging above my head.
I witness a man and his wife
at their home they arrive,
their kids are approximately five
and are begging for bread.
Oh streets of Dibeng
almal van ons ken
your name means first
drinking place.
But we are witnessing the end
of families that are broken, not just bent
and still fighting for a bit of
money for maize.
My family might be torned apart,
but deep in my heart
I believe we will rise.
I always believed from the start
that life in Dibeng may be hard
but the truth will overcome the lies.
If we just give a little and expect nothing in return,
then truely I know.
Life would be back to normal while we're standing firm,
and again the Gamagara River will flow...
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