The Kulture - Lesson's Lyrics

Feel like I'm losing my way
These goals I chase
Got my mindframe in a different place
Everyday
So sane I try to stay
Hard work when will it pay
But what's the use we complain?
In the end I do it for the passion
I love rapping
What is Batman without the cash then?
No need to be Robin/robbin'
Just wanna get the right typa mobbin'
On my shit
Only time I feel good is in her clit
Diamant street, Eersterivier
Back when nobody believed in me
I could see my destiny
CPT Hip Hop needed me, definitely
Definitively expressing Divinity
Hoping for a blessing
But the Devil within
Will not relinquish him
A victim of the streets
That threaten my mense's existence
Heart empty from birth
I just hope the next Gen listen's
Yeah, I just hope that the next Gen listen's
Not the console
Pray these words are the type to console
Try and reach the poles that is my goal
Touch down in different cities with a message
Here I go
She's my Heaven
Sweet Watermelon
Only way to describe
Her's with affection
Keeps my head above water's
In case I might drown
Give's me the strength
To make MC's put the Mic Down
She understands me
Cause we're from the same streets
Can't blame me
Cause for the top I'm aiming
At the risk of alienating my family and friends
If I succeed,
Will this abyss ever end?
Destroyed so many relationships
I don't know what to say
The blame's just a way
For me to cope with the pain
Of lost connections
I'll never regain
But Take Care, even though
Nothing Was The Same
I hope someday
We'll find a way
To ease the strain
For now what is the strain?
Let me ease my pain
Let out what's on the brain
My mense pray
For a better life
Of course I got a lot to say
Yeah, of course I got
A lot to say girl