Therapy

No father figures no pot to piss in
No father figures, no one to mimic
No father figures, no one to mimic
No rich family members, no pot to piss in
Snap out of it and just take your pick
It's all up to you to go find your lick

Born and raised in the Jozi skreets
Young Louwkey hailing from the east
Got a whole village I gotta feed
My dawgs hungry they gotta eat
They gotta feast, s'y I'm up I don't get to sleep
I'm from where peace, ain't none but a chicken wing

No amount of money can silence me
Can't comfort me, being out o' pocket is in my genes
Young visionary like Master P
No limit to where I can take the beat
My work ethic on busy B
Street etiquette is on Eazy E

You never quite know what venom is
'Til you get snaked on by your frenemies
I got trust issues, I must admit
I'm hard to please
And easy to miss



Credits
Writer(s): Louw
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