As the sun goes down,
Street lights cover the town,
People rush to their homes,
Vehicles hoot in the traffic jam,
Soon the city will be empty,
And everything will run quietly.

Street kids will wake up from their tents,
Proud of their homes they dont pay rents,
Ready to start their day,
They work when everyone is away,
In their back they carry sacks,
For us we'l say their lyf sucks.

The poor will walk to their slums,
Step by step their legs are firm,
Some worked in the farm,
While others feel cold with no clothes to keep them warm,
Thoughts linger their minds,
Tired of how they were treated by their boss 'mhindi'

The rich drive to their mansions,
These live their lives with passion,
They get what they want,
To them everything seem great.

Thats the story of my town,
Its a taste of how things get down,
And am off to sleep,
I pray to God ma soul to keep,
See you tommorrow in town after the sunrise,
When everything will seem total different.