a poem about durban

crash in the late 90's
by caide and stevo

It was back in the day
And good were the times
You could get drunk as fuk
On some nickels and dimes
There were many of us
And none were slack
When you called one wolf
you invited the pack
but true to nature there’s always a freak
the wolves from the burra
had a black sheep
he came with one eye brow
and black belt Karate
he fell off a bukkie at some ou’s house party
This one’s from the burra
you may as well save it
give it gave it - don’t tell David

On the way to CRASH on a Wednesday night
The sneakers were dirty and the money was tight
Out came the rubber and a ball point pen
Tired of getting bounced again and again
With box wine courage we approach the rope
Got my jumper and my mojo and I’m feeling dope
The stamp on my wrist you know I had to fake it
It was time to give it gave it - don’t tell David

And when we got in, the chicks were a plenty
The way we were cruising, we needed a Bentley
Mickey mouse shirts and the ballies leather jacket
Cyprus hill songs “pick it, pack it……..”

So we order some dops, and we feeling free
Here they come, 6 times Espree
We pay with cash from handing out pizza phamphlets all day
We look to the right, there’s anri, he looks gay!
Next to him is George, trying to dance
He wasn’t on the dance floor but we’ll give him a chance
With a look that could make the poor female preggers
He organizes Guava’s Cousin in her cat suit and feathers

Meanwhile at the bar I check Dave’s on a mission
Searching through his pockets with faulty indecision
But then he see’s his chance, the freezer is ajar
With Rubber man skills he quietly rapped the bar!
So there we were, one Butterscotch richer
We downed that puppy fu#*t, wish I had a picture
Butterscotch buzzing my head like a mofo
As we watched two Lesbos rubbing Ka – ka – Camel toe

Feeling quite horney we head to the back
Of the rave section side, to start our attacked
Chicks are everywhere, but lazers they shining
Right in our eyes, and davo starts wining
That his luck is running dry and about all his rejection
We think “fok this” lets hit the Alternate side Section

Then out of nowhere, like a voice from a choir
“Genie” starts playing, and we start jumping higher
5 okes in a circle, we seem kinda daunting
But we know we cool, when the chicks start their flaunting
Like lion hunting buck, we make our selection
hen it is dog eat dog to get that affection!

Caide is zoned, caught up in the nights shinnanigins
If Dave comes right then by 2 points he wins
The pressure was mounting
Caide was unaware
Dave see’s a loose one pouting
And choonz her,”welcome to my under ground lair”
Caide see’s whats happening
And he has to react
o he goes to Dave and starts jamming
Caide snookers him, what a brat!
Dave lost his mojo
nd starts getting bleek
Caide choonz, Rule no. 27
Don’t be a Geek
Anri’s got his shirt off
Gilberts spraying beer
Steve’s looking desperate
No surprises here

But all of a sudden the tables start turning
Not sure why, probably cos of the yearning
Georgie has got one, with a kiss and a thrust
Stevo is in there with a squeeze of a bust
Gilbert is out cos he is with Brenda
Anri is BLACK and gets a “return to sender"

Davo is a struggling, clutching at straws
Battling at this stage, he would opt for a draw
He looks to the right, the sight is absurd
Can it be true, Caide is on his THIRD
He mutters under his breath and heads back to the bar
If he can’t scores the chicks, he’ll cotch by the car
He orders a double, it’s vodka, it’s neat
And as he downs it, he accepts his defeat

So the night is over and some share the stoke
a few of the others, are on the end of bad jokes
we look a watch it is twenty past three
it is time for a muffin at the berea BP
we eat and are happy and tell stories of the night
about okes coming left, and others coming right
we jump in the cab this night was insane
can't wait for next week so we can go it again!

It’s 4 in the morning so we head to the beach
We race each other there, we made the tires screech
Nude body surfing wasn’t a crime
But roof surfing was… that sh1t was sublime

Stump said it first
It’s time for a Jonny’s
We get the hunger burst
And bust it in our under roddies
we put our change together, it comes to 14,40
“two chip double cheese –mutton gravy don’t be naughty"
We choon each others mothers while in rotti heaven
But we’re bummed cause tech starts at half past seven.