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letra de garden - sam turpin

[verse 1: sam turpin]

sometimes i wish it wasn’t this
pain and frustration
steady tolerating all the f-cksh-t of the nation
and dealing with my family; i’m so sick of hospitals
pharmacists and narcissists, i used to love to gaze
out of the window through the raindrops and the haze!
but now it’s like i cannot look, society’s some cannibals
and i feel
that i’m steady losing feeling!
my girl was protesting ‘think she’s gonna need some healing!
so yes that’s on me too
and i go to uni too!
you would think i have nine lives but this cat is only human, boo!
oh, ain’t that some sh-t? it means i’m just like the rest!
your boy makes mistakes, got some demons in his chest
and his mind and his memory, nah, f-ck this energy!
in all honesty i’m quite content with how i’m living;
i got some rice in my kitchen and some rides up in the rhythm
so;
all i need’s to live, love and hope for the best
as time ticks on and the rhymes flow on, bet!

[hook: sam turpin]

oh i (i) need – a place to go!
(a place where my heart, my body and my soul
can rest and meditate, meditate, take a break, take a break
from the hate and then take the pain away)

oh i (i) need – a place to rest!
(a place where my heart, my mind and my chest
can chill and meditate. meditate, take a break, take a break
from the hate and then take the pain away like)

[verse 2: sam turpin]

check! i would like a private garden –
to walk and clear my head so i can hear the bees buzzing!
you know, a little zen thing like they have up in j-pan
with n-body there to bring the war or politics of man!
got some flowers over there, and a bonsai just below, and i also got some rocks and a few intyatyambo, that’s some xhosa for you buddy
i also speak a little french
gonna have some dandelions and over there; a little bench
like the one that’s in the “cranes” video, 2013 –
when i entered in this rap sh-t as just a little teen!
straight out of high school, my cousin’s old bean
when i crashed at her crib, shout out my aunty martine!
gonna have a rock garden that meanders ’round a dam!
hang a wind chime fam for the big time band!
but it will only be for me, a place of solitude!
got an excuse as i recluse from the bombaclaart abuse
of this inner city living kodwa bona bayang’hleba
manje k’mele ngibaxolela because i’m really not that better;
i’m always battling my ego and it does lead my astray!
i’ve done some bad things but i know there gon’ come a day –
where i walk among the leaves, take a seat, maybe breath
as i speak into this mic, the emotions that i’m feeling, check!

- sam turpin

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