09 in TC Freestyle

So I recently came back home
And was reminded that am a godfather
An uncle, a son
A brother, a friend
To a lot of people man
And am just tryna do right by them, cause
They look up to me

It's Ray J Kuzy man
Live from m.s.a
With flows no blockages, am fluent as FTJ
I move like Michael man, they move like manequins
We onto better things
Mandems am probably
The holy grail alpha male how they love to hate
Wish me hell for doing well but it never got to me
They only question the vision cause they can't see
That I can be best MC
Your greats envy me
I had a premeditated sequel way to make endings meet
Preach or play me same difference
Am an artist get me a canvas gee
So I can paint our picture, our side of the story never airs on ZNBC
Cause they only want to portray us as political tools
Fighting our brothers when it's fathers who never brought home no food
Treat us don't trick us
Kiss us don't kick us
Don't you know nobody wins when the family fueds
Bro my family is good I feed 'em that lyrical truth
They won't take the neighbour's food if they mentally full
I've been thinking of a garden need a hobbie or two
But was eden a place or maybe an idea too
I never took agric in school
But I want to plant a seed 'fore I leave and I see music as ulukasu
Ibala bantu
Nifwe tubyala Lesa eutapilila palya inyimbo ishi ngabaumfwako, boi
Sometimes pakumona kwisala amenso
Believe in yourself ichalo cha mesho
Nshimona ubupusano muli love nakalaso
Ulubafu lumolwine bakangile Eva so
I refuse to be the guy that makes pain his pleasure
"I think am pregnant" makes u think he'll stay forever
Why you gotta use a child to keep your money option open
Just so you can play dress up with skeletons in your closet
Am getting tired of this
I've been in Kitwe all this time now
Recently came back home but ain't much here either
Only time they offered me a ride yali mu kasalanga
Trust is a mur- so noiumfwila saana abalanda
Ati umukulu tapusa akebo apusa akabwe
Believe me when I say indalama shaaba mumabwe
Isukulu lyobe ahh kuwayawayafye
Tell me what your lecturer gets I'll tell you what my commander makes
But I can never judge a man's way of getting bread
At the end of day we all gotta get it some way
But let's not glorify a life we'd never recommend
For our kids
We suffer this way for their silver plate
When shit happens get it together and make manure
Then grow from it and become someone newer
Years are going by don't u think it's time also grew up
Imwe lyonse kunwa, ironic you young men are dying of thirst
Man I can talk on and on but some things easier said
Only ourselves can effect effective change
You're not that prodigal you have a home don't lose yourself
And when the show is over and my curtain closes did I do enough for them to immortalise my name
Is what I ask myself



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Writer(s): Raymond Kamena
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