Whistling in the Storm_(thandile)_song

[Intro] [sharp intake of breath] Yeah, bru-pah! (Woo!) Wah! T-H-A-N-D-I-L-E, yeah my hitter. What's up! [Verse 1] [rhythmic spoken word] From the west side came pressure Ink-black sky, whole block feel the tension Here and there like a wild riot Whirling, tossing up dreams in its wake Like a madman chasing money, heavy cloud Ride, ride, pushing with a trap beat under it On the hill like a dark set of wings The wind whistling by, streetlights swing, streets crack In the township, stream of wide-eyed children run And turn in the roar of the cold wind, mamas Babies clinging, clinging on their back Dart about, in and out of the black Yeah! What up, my hitter! [Verse 2] Whistling in the wind, whistling by And poles bend to let it pass, flags wave like tattered rags Flying off to expose broken Yeah! What up! As they hustled, blinked, flash, thunder, trouble You stay able, on track in the smoke of rubble And the heavy march of the storm on the block Yeah! What up, my hitter!