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letra de city of welkom - neo pitso

[verse 1]

i was born in the ghetto, they said i’m nothing special
i moved out of the hood, turned me into a rebel
i attended aurora, they called me rich kid
i mean i had the aura so they just insisted
but my parents were nurses, in a city with murders
we were facing some hurdles, barely scratching the surface
pops had to make a plan hustled in england
st dominic’s i enrolled at it i was a ladies man
i had my girl vicki, that was my first fan
she said if god’s with me, i could be anything
so i put it to rhyme, katez, livos and i
then i started to battle, i slaughtered everybody
that’s the end of discussion and i won’t entertain it
if you were there and you saw it you knew i was gonna make it
that was by any means, i felt like malcolm
this is my hometown, welcome to welkom

[hook]

i’m eager to find the truth
i really ain’t trying to lose
i’m thinking of ways to honour all the
promises i made from youth
it’s part of my destiny
i know it was meant to be
in the city of welkom , welkom
in the city of welkom

[verse 2]

some might say in ninth grade it’s likely you’d find me
just vibing to beats on a daily
the ladies would often portray me as crazy
but baby my dad never drove a mercedes
i never honour the marijuana
cos rapping is all i wanted
to do, meanwhile back at the school
like dean elgar the dude, and i wasn’t as cool
i mean he hit century after century
i was drowning in jealousy
no academic type, but i could rap and recite
was young black with a mic, you know the stereotype
friends were housebreaking and started to g-ngb-ng
but me, well i be d-mned for doing the same thing
every morning, i’m recording, i was born to be enormous
going all in, i’m the jordan of performance when i’m touring
then i saw it, had to pause it
that’s a round of applause at the grammy awards

[hook]

[verse 3]

i’m sorry mama i gotta be honest
during my school years i never worked the hardest
i mean i had potential and you know it too
your only baby who started reading at age 2
i know you worry ’bout me i see it in your eyes
you tell me you ain’t worried, what a beautiful lie
please don’t worry ‘bout me mama i’ma work the hardest
mama i’ma make it, i will never die a starving artist

[hook]

- neo pitso

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