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letra de surviving the times - rusangano family

[verse 1] – god knows
i found my faith when i lost my religion
and i lost my my friends but i found my position
could have lost my health but i found my legend
this year i was 25, still no degree do i suck at life
will i save my cheques and then buy a house
or will i spend earning at the public house
got the numbers going backwards in bank account
depression told me i ain’t better me, tell my man shut up!
doubt says i’ll never breakthrough, tell my man shut up!
drake already told me to know myself so you know yourself
when i get backlash i don’t lash back coz that’s backwards, and they say

[murli]
it would only make sense backwards
but i gotta live it forwards
watch it become my mantra here onwards
i got one goal in many forms
and my body is nothing but a uniform
one mind, too many thoughts
so one life couldn’t be enough
but if one life wouldn’t be enough
then one’s job shouldn’t be a bluff
and i promised mom i wouldn’t say this stuff
but to my last course i must refer as such
all the money wasted shoulda bought a cake
coz on my last birthday i got none of it
when my broke self tried his hand at baking
like my accent it was all over the place
taught me a lesson in common sense
and my outlook hasn’t been common since

surviving the times
i had to adapt like pac’s rhymes
i’ve been surfing the waves to the rhythm of the irish times
better news awaiting though
i just want to break records

[verse 2] – god knows
they wanna see the dela and the fela in the fella
said the performance was stellar
cheers, tears after acapellas
gk that sharp sound blowing from the gut of southern africa
but no friends i am not the vuvuzela
we make black and white music so you can colour us in
i don’t think you heard me i make black and white music so you can colour us in
i’m from the naughty naughties, 40 40’s gun bucking, crystal sipping
capone and nore, shaq and kobe, flash adope, limewire hobby
in hindsight i am very sorry
i shot myself before i made myself
the baggier jeans got the more things didn’t fit
the tighter the clothes the more i can’t breathe
bizarre! the more the visuals the more i can’t see
i can see nothing!

[verse 3] – murli
bred on a diet fufu
man from the home of vodu
the land of negro tom and desmond tutu
shipped to the home of u2
integration was due
but tradition had me confused
so this transition wasn’t easy

easy as …
i used to be in nwa
a pro tool for these beats like dre
spitting everywhere like i be running out of toothpaste
every time mynameisjohn hit me with a new sh…
i can’t curse coz i’m too blessed
impossible to compare me i’m something else
living in the kitchen always cooking up lava
to make you feel the heat like you lost in sahara
alhamdulillah!
i got my best shot like the dons from mochilla
and my dawgs got that worldwide fire mozilla
since mj’s gone then i must be the trilla!!! but
i be lying if i meant that
my motherland ties be on my neck, where the money at?
i still don’t know how far is zion
so i strike this thing while it’s hot like iron

end

- rusangano family

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