To Benoni, the Son of My Sorrow, Childhood hand me down Team Raleigh T I. Grew up on the fun side of the mine dumps, Respect to all those who lived the struggle. We rode our bikes through the dusty streets, Lived for the thrill of each passing day. Benoni, you shaped us into warriors, Tough and resilient, we never backed down. From sunrise 'til sunset, we played without fear, In the shadow of towering mine dumps. This one's for you, my brothers and sisters, Respect to the place that made us...