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Now this right here my story bout life through adolescence All the hells and all the heavens, all the wins and all the lessons I remember back in Thabong when my mama started stressing Cos the taxman started calling wanted all of our possessions But poppa wouln'd allow it he started to hustle hard Sometimes I just barely saw him, in house with just me and mom And the trouble started to double theres arguing night and day And someone picked up a habit, I noticed the stuyvesant Package, back in the wardrobe while looking for little change To go and play the arcades just tryna ignore the pain Of being black and broke by then that was reality Where 1 in 4 of your homies dabble in criminality Actually fate would have it blessings coming like avalanche Who would've thought my family started in a caravan New neighbours were hostile calling me kaffir bra But all that racism ish strengthened my character Everyday we just go our way Living our lives like we're in the last days And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes We pray that today will be a good day We go our way Living our lives like we're in the last days And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes We pray that today may be a good day Saturday me and Katez hit the hood, hood, hood For some fades we just chasing that good good good Just headed to giovanni's peak into 43 She ain't there well then let it be, I ain't giving up easily On our way through patch of grass that's hella suspect All valuables tucked neatly under the nutsack Cos niggas in camouflage, ready to sabotage Targeting amateurs, hood life so hazardous Getting faded, ready for our destination Katez and Neo, Cape to Rio, our choice of medication We were the f*ck boys of our generation well that was obvious Outta control when we're sipping the liquid confidence Never knew what the future held, it made my heart spin Hard to be present when you're always walking past tense Life of a black man it's either death or it's prison Unknown to Katez and myself we would be victims Everyday we just go our way Living our lives like we're in the last days And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes We pray that today will be a good day We go our way Living our lives like we're in the last days And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes We pray that today may be a good day Rain, rain oh rain rain Rain, rain, oh rain rain Rain, rain go away come back another day Rain, rain, raiiiin I spent some time in a cell I will never forget The pain it brought to my mother that's my biggest regret Sometimes things happen and we have no control But seeing your own mother cry that will torture your soul And Katez about a decade late he was never ready On the same patch of grass at homie with machetes We almost lost our dawg that's what the hood say The pain last but I'm praying for a good day I almost my homie that's what I should say The pain gone now we start to see some good days
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