Sbu - Hay! lyrics

[intro] Hay kunzima (x8) [verse 1] I need a parachute so I could land feet first (On the truth) The homies rather see me score, I don't bother tell about my goals (No no no) Rather tell em "uban ban just called" rather than my destiny or God Never tell that I met a curatrix, told me that my broken heart is a puzzle I'm breathing through the cracks of the system and we rebel rebel through the rubble Boy, we're underground we're the geezers running from the cops But the groundview's kind of really high I spread love on both sides of the bread As I let life go as far as it plans Look I'm 21 supposed to be looking for a job Ipressure indenzela once cause I don't wanna be controlled I'm an undergraduate all about acquiring the sk**s But isgela sinzima.. That's why aphe Ntsane kufiwa (*2) We got bigger problems, make us wanna dig your pockets or your own grave A wise man told a young man that a sharp mind is a sword It sounded scary as a second chance (*2) Told me people never see light the same time like the whole planets [hook] Hay kunzima (x8) PLACARDS OR PLATINUM PLAQUES AND THE PAPER? EXASPERATED SO I SOUND LIKE A HATER I'M SORRY BUT I AM NOT SORRY THE SORES IN MY SOUL GOT ME FEELING HOLY THE MELANIN IS ENLIGHTENING THE SUN SHINING AS MY MIND IS I'M AS UNDERGROUND AS THE GEEZERS RUNNING FROM THE COPS BUD, THE GROUNDVIEW'S KIND OF REALLY HIGH [verse 2] I'm pushing everybody out cause I'm trying to make room for improvement See, the paper pabbles when my palm pick the pen p**y is my escape plan So I'm holding this bottle to bottle up my emotions The bottom of the bottle got me feeling baptized Baptized.. But I never ever turned to d** And I think I really got it figured out... It's just crystal meth and antics or some math and tactics "Ina acuse!" but they never tell you bout the consequences I had a sip of the juice, made from the forbidden fruit I can see the naked truth Everybody got something to lose if it's not fortune then it must be you Kunzima kwa 3.. The doors don't have any keys If you dance with the devil Whistle whistle for a rhythm Acuse.. Kunzima kwa 3 Are we born to die without living or leaving anything for our children? See, I'm fingerpicking, fingerf**ing Hold the pen like I used to hold the grudges When p**y was pleasure But now it's just pressure and blessers and (pampers) the purpose is *Dololo So many cats in the mouse trap, think they need to budget 'fore they earn respect I followed my heart now I feel like a stalker I'm stuck in my ways, it's no accident