Hewhoshallnotbenamed!
A long way far from home
Walk these dark streets alone
I don't even write on my phone
Text messages bleep, no
I been chasing all along
Happiness all that follows
My real name is as follows
Fuck your feelings if you ain't grown
Life's getting less interesting
I think I need more morphine
Going everywhere the wind blows
Everywhere, everybody knows
Make him think he knows
So he don't even learn anymore
And we take all that he owns
Make him wanna sell his soul, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Give him guns
Give him drugs, greed
Make him feel, think he the shit
When he got it tucked around his waist
Make him work in his own land
Demonize what he understands
Make that boy feel like the man
And make him kill the man who makes a plan
Make that nigga always cause a scene
Give 'em lives they would wanna live
Unattainable as you can believe
Make him have the hardest working dick
Turn him to fucking dead beat
Make him feel like the enemy
Even when he got the energy
Help him in the penitentiary
Work him hard work him all day
Make him wanna double his wage
Make him sweat, make him oj
Make him think it's all okay
Scare him make him feel afraid
Make him cry, the man underpaid
Make him pray
Make him, make a hymn
Make him hate women, hate him
Oh
Oh
We don't die now we just multiply
Pay her money, keep it in file
Shake my hand, shake it with a smile
Soul searching crawl a thousand miles
A thousand times I try to tell you why
Why that nigga gotta take a bribe
Why that gotta classify my life
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh uh)
Tryna inhibit our peeps, huh(Uh-huh)
Peeping in the evil that creeps, huh(Uh-huh)
This not a plan, it's a blip, huh(Uh-huh)
The white man turned to a pimp, huh(Uh-huh)
Tryna inhibit our peeps, huh(Uh-huh)
Peeping in the evil that creeps, huh(Uh-huh)
This not a plan, it's a blip, huh(Uh-huh)
The white man turned to a pimp, huh(Uh-huh)
So don't talk to me about forgiveness and shit, ah ah(Don't talk to me about forgiveness and shit man)
Some never got out and so they dragging us in, uh uh
So I go fully in, with the hate from within
Without bringing the innocence from the kids(Don't bring the innocence of the kids man)
So what I believe
Is what I perceive
So what I predict
I am the voice I'm the instinct
It don't matter how you feel
It don't matter what you think
All that matters what you put in
Tryna keep each other rich
Book allowance on my wrist
While I'm slacking on my shit
I keep on making up excuses
Why a nigga can't be rich!
Long way far from home
Walk these dark streets alone
I don't even write on my phone
Text messages bleep no
I been chasing all along
Happiness all that follows
My real name is as follows
Fuck your feelings if you ain't grown
Life's getting less interesting
I think I need more morphine
Going everywhere the wind blows
Everywhere, everybody knows
Make him think he knows
So he don't even learn anymore
And we take all that he owns
Make him wanna sell his soul
Walk these dark streets alone
I don't even write on my phone
Text messages bleep, no
I been chasing all along
Happiness all that follows
My real name is as follows
Fuck your feelings if you ain't grown
Life's getting less interesting
I think I need more morphine
Going everywhere the wind blows
Everywhere, everybody knows
Make him think he knows
So he don't even learn anymore
And we take all that he owns
Make him wanna sell his soul, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Give him guns
Give him drugs, greed
Make him feel, think he the shit
When he got it tucked around his waist
Make him work in his own land
Demonize what he understands
Make that boy feel like the man
And make him kill the man who makes a plan
Make that nigga always cause a scene
Give 'em lives they would wanna live
Unattainable as you can believe
Make him have the hardest working dick
Turn him to fucking dead beat
Make him feel like the enemy
Even when he got the energy
Help him in the penitentiary
Work him hard work him all day
Make him wanna double his wage
Make him sweat, make him oj
Make him think it's all okay
Scare him make him feel afraid
Make him cry, the man underpaid
Make him pray
Make him, make a hymn
Make him hate women, hate him
Oh
Oh
We don't die now we just multiply
Pay her money, keep it in file
Shake my hand, shake it with a smile
Soul searching crawl a thousand miles
A thousand times I try to tell you why
Why that nigga gotta take a bribe
Why that gotta classify my life
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh uh)
Tryna inhibit our peeps, huh(Uh-huh)
Peeping in the evil that creeps, huh(Uh-huh)
This not a plan, it's a blip, huh(Uh-huh)
The white man turned to a pimp, huh(Uh-huh)
Tryna inhibit our peeps, huh(Uh-huh)
Peeping in the evil that creeps, huh(Uh-huh)
This not a plan, it's a blip, huh(Uh-huh)
The white man turned to a pimp, huh(Uh-huh)
So don't talk to me about forgiveness and shit, ah ah(Don't talk to me about forgiveness and shit man)
Some never got out and so they dragging us in, uh uh
So I go fully in, with the hate from within
Without bringing the innocence from the kids(Don't bring the innocence of the kids man)
So what I believe
Is what I perceive
So what I predict
I am the voice I'm the instinct
It don't matter how you feel
It don't matter what you think
All that matters what you put in
Tryna keep each other rich
Book allowance on my wrist
While I'm slacking on my shit
I keep on making up excuses
Why a nigga can't be rich!
Long way far from home
Walk these dark streets alone
I don't even write on my phone
Text messages bleep no
I been chasing all along
Happiness all that follows
My real name is as follows
Fuck your feelings if you ain't grown
Life's getting less interesting
I think I need more morphine
Going everywhere the wind blows
Everywhere, everybody knows
Make him think he knows
So he don't even learn anymore
And we take all that he owns
Make him wanna sell his soul
Credits
Writer(s): Lindokuhle Mlotshwa
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