Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Verse 1:
This time, ladies and gentlemen, I’m sayin’ it like it is-
I pray I keep some of my friends, once I’m done articulating this piece
First of all I’d like to give out props to some of my fans
Who‘ve been here all along, since the journey began
It’s been a hard tale
But that’s a good thing because it taught me to remain humble
And to appreciate
Because with every amount of love you get
You get hate; and people who just can’t relate
I had a dude I never knew come say the other day:
Aka lets be real-
Why you rapping about wealth?
On about spending it on itches and wheels
When peoples are starving
And we all tired of all this corruption and greed
What are you promoting to young kids
With all the promiscuity you sing?
I said man, I’m just tryin’ to live
I have needs, just like everybody else
I got mouths to feed, some bills to meet, and
People shouldn’t believe everything they see on media
And that ish be mad
When you got overseas rappers flashin’ their paper
They say its swag
Do the same ish here
Then they say that you brag
Chorus:
This ish is simple
If you don’t realise your self-worth
You won’t see it in other people
Keep suppressing peoples
Just because you can’t handle your issues
Tell me where are we going as a country?
Where are we heading as a nation?
Suffocating from all this hating
I’ll soon be running out of patience
Everything has to be a race thing
Takin’ cycling lessons
So call me a racist
Rest in peace Mariam Makeba
Mama Africa, you showed us the importance of sticking together
Rest in peace Lucky Dube
I’m still lamenting to the fact that we lost you in a murder
Rest in peace Lebo Mathosa
Your vision and spirit drove us to be closer
Like here, people starve in the USA
You find hobos in the USA
They’re are just clear, about what to say
And what needs to appear
So that you pay
All the big bucks when their artists come over here
I’m not frontin, I just feel we have the talent
It can take us somewhere, if we can support it
First we have to respect ourselves
Then we will give recognition to our own
For charity begins at home
Don’t get me wrong
Not everybody here is hot
We need the digits to be sure
To set apart who’s hard, and who’s not
The stats may lie, the media may try to hide
But the charts never lie
Hate on me its ok
But the music will never die
Keep makin phony predictions
But the Boy’s gonna fly
Pushin’ for the bar
Just look how far I have come
Put on your night shades
Just to block from my shine
This girl I met her once, but she says she miss me
But only had her for a night
Everyone shuns from dissing me
Boy must be out of ya mind
Produce hits with no limits
When it comes to lyrics
I’m speeding; for all the cats I’m killing
Like I don’t have no feeling
This time they gonna lock me up for good
Lord know that they jealous
I plan to make it rain
Ensure that you bring along your umbrellas
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