Arms (Freestyle)

Take me back boy days finding some ways to survive
We was broke when we had coins we be sapping on revive
Sit around and laugh to jokes man it was a group of five
PS Mafia, Hudini, Dalphidem, Tizzle and Lesotho
No plan no cash talk like when will I be next though
See neighbors getting dough
U wish u was born next-door
Our leaders chow the whole bread
The entire nation gets crumbs
This sums UP
That these old men really need psalms
No statement they can say that can make it through my eardrums
This dalphidem can't be pushed only move when I hear drums
We show palms
Then we give these oldies upside down thumbs
How you turn all cities including ntuthu ziyathunqaaa into slums
What's Coat of Arms
If you cannot find cotton in these farms

Deposit cash in the bank when in need of your cash
They tuning you the bank ain't got no cash
If u can't handle pressure better pass the button
To that fine young man with a mustache

When u born in the 90s it's close to impossible
for you to own immovable property
unless it was passed to u as inheritance
This is just evidence proving the fact entire system incompetence
And that the people lost confidence

I see no ambulance but I been patient yeah
Man ever wished u were born in the ancient
Yeah
I see no Jobs they be gone before Steve
Farms turn into gardens no Eve.



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Writer(s): Freeman Mahachi
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