Seasons

Seasons change There's still time for us to run away Seasons change There's still time for us to run away Seasons San'bonan endlini Sjava kajama Indlalifa igama ley'nsizwa Mina, ng'phuma le enzansi, kwafel ubala Insizwa uma ina-thirty five kthiwa is' indala Laph' eng'phuma khona maw'phuma khona bathi aw'fiki la Ngyamangala uma ngi-la Bebathi ng'yophelel emoyeni, beba right Manje ngiy'nkanyezi Njengoba ngik'tshela ngempilo yami Ng'funa uthathe nayi imfundiso yami (lalela la wena) Ithemba alibulali Ukube l'yabulala ngabe nihamba phez'kwami Poverty Jealousy Negativity Ngith' ak'nandawo la Go away (far away) Poverty Jealousy Negativity Ngith' ak'nandawo la Go away (far away) I cry with lil' brotha, got high and watched the sunrise Wiggle on 'em if it's One Time they done hung all of my people I love all of my people, I'm in the slums with all of my people They trynna tell us that we all equal We gettin' no justice so it ain't peaceful They could bluff you, they could beat you Paid attorney we gon' need it Momma told me there was demons, she ain't never lied on her Jesus She worked her ass off just to feed us She went to Ross to cop the new Adidas She used to tap in with all the teachers They wasn't teaching nothin' it's no secret Whole lotta grind, lil' niggas beefin' We gotta keep it or end up a victim Trapped in the system, trafficking drugs Modern-day slavery, African thugs We go to war for this African blood We go to war for this African blood When I put niggas on it was all out of love You was disloyal, can't call it no love Poverty Jealousy Negativity Ngith' ak'nandawo la Go away (far away) You know we at the stove with it, we stove Whippin', my niggas know we gon' get it (Season change) Dodgin' cops fuck around and get locked you never comin' home with it Look, my nigga, I came from the sewer Don't shit on my past you ain't come from manure You see Reason and you see LA, but bitch I ain't come for no ruin Just know all of my niggas we struggled for it, Had to hustle for it, cried puddles for it My pops watch his sister get locked for it I done seen my niggas get popped for it like Gimme that, I carry the llama like a piggyback I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness No way out, shit we locked in the system Catch a case and they not gon' forgive ya White skin, you be out before Christmas Shit, auntie missed eight of those days Tears from me had to pray those days, had to slave those days Shit, we had to hit up a couple hood-give-aways those days Thank God for every inch that he gave us Thank God for everything 'cause he made us Like when that car bent the block, brock, brock, brock Hit the homie but we made it, so he already saved us Thinkin' that he could've died nigga We was praying to the sky and his mother cried rivers Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge Had to drop but his popped and they killed him Worst part is that it sound so familiar I am T'Challa I am Killmonger One world, one God, one family Celebration