Jo'anna, hope Jo'anna. Hope before the morning come I hear she makes all the golden money. To buy new weapons, any shape of guns. While every mother in a black Soweto fears. The killing of another son
Jo'anna, hope Jo'anna. Hope before the morning come I hear she makes all the golden money. To buy new weapons, any shape of guns. While every mother in a black Soweto fears. The killing of another son
so sincere. Spittin lies all up in my ear. Thinking I don't know the score. You can mess with her. But I want more. . Need a new boyfriend. Someone who appreciates. All the things that makes me
