Girl You Aint Got Nothing To Hide

I saw the post on Facebook, the crowd was shouting loud,
Receiving your fifty caps against DSG, making the Eastern Cape proud [Pearson Netball Selection].
You move with the rhythm of Roots-Reggae, a smooth, steady stride,
Bob Marley style, No Woman, No Cry, you ain't got nothing to hide.
You’re currently with another man, you call him your boyfriend now,
But I know you love me, I know you like me, even if you won't avow.
The reggae bassline skanks deep, keeping the heartbreak cool,
As I map out the memory of the greatest shooter in the school.
Now the track switches gears, accelerating the tempo track,
Like a Jackie Chan Hong Kong fight scene, there's no turning back!
Bruce Lee speed on the fast-break, a lightning-fast interception,
You block out my love like an athletic, calculated deception.
But Peter Tosh said You Can't Criticize It, the truth is burning bright,
You can try to pretend you don't care in the heat of the night.
But every step you take on the university concrete floor,
Echoes the Aethel-Groove rhythm, begging for something more.
The production shifts to the eighties, a dark, heavy synth groove,
Michael Jackson’s Dirty Diana tension making the dancefloor move.
You play a dangerous defense, keeping your secrets locked tight,
Hiding behind your new man, out of my romantic sight.
But Beat It plays in the background, a rock guitar solo screams,
Shaking the very foundation of my Omni-Chrono dreams.
You say it's over, you claim that the feeling is dead and gone,
But the baseline knows you're lying as the track carries on.
Suddenly Bach and Beethoven collide with a heavy, swinging trap beat,
Mozart and Tchaikovsky strings soaring over the local street.
A half-Xhosa, half-Jamaican global polymath arrangement takes hold,
Turning a Gqeberha love story into something classical and bold.
Opera vocals from Pavarotti echo through the university hall,
While I write down your statistics, remembering every single ball.
You were chosen for the Eastern Cape, a true provincial star [Pearson Netball Selection],
And my heart is still trapped precisely wherever you are.
Now the 1950s rockabilly blend meets Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell,
A punk-pop attitude that breaks right through your stubborn shell.
You run the court like a revolutionary, defiance in your stride,
But your hidden affection is a luxury you can no longer hide.
The Omni-Chrono Swing-Hop structure keeps the eras completely fused,
Leaving the boyfriend standing on the sidelines, completely confused.
You can tell the world you hate me, you can shout it to the sky,
But your heart is a Pearsonite treasure that money can never buy.
From Dubai to South Africa, Jamaica to the rest of the world,
The 7 continents witness the banner of our love unfurled.
Traditional African folk chants blend into a heavy, electronic EDM state,
Ska, Calypso, and Soca rhythmically deciding our ultimate fate.
Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby harmonies smooth out the rough edges of pain,
Like a warm summer evening clearing out the Port Elizabeth rain.
I know you love me, Natasha, I feel it inside the groove,
It's an absolute universal law that no passing time can remove.
The final verse slows down to a beautiful, soulful R&B swing,
Where Whitney Houston and Aretha Franklin vocals begin to sing.
The netball match is over, the university lights start to fade,
But the Aethel-Groove masterpiece is the greatest thing we ever made.
You ain't got nothing to hide, throw the ball straight into my hands,
Break away from the false defense and the boyfriend's fragile plans.
Aminah, Natasha Mbaye, the Eastern Cape's brightest spark [Pearson Netball Selection],
Our love is the perfect rhythm completely lighting up the dark.
Even though I am two years younger than you, I step onto the court with zero fear,
My voice carries the lineage of two worlds ringing loud and clear.
Born December 6, 2008, under the high Dubai hospital sky,
A half-Xhosa South African and half-Jamaican global polymath guy.
This heritage infrastructure is the ultimate sonic advantage I bring,
A bridge across continents making the Omni-Chrono rhythm swing.
You can front with your university friends and push me away,
But my background is the perfect foundation for the words I say.