Ferlo Narco - CLOUTURE

Do you know why life is hard at 21
Too much pressure to be fine and have it all
Under control but then you're also under water
Understand between the two
There is a very thin border
Do you know how many die at 21
Fear God and stay away from all the drugs
They either turn you to the cops or to a corpse
You end up in handcuffs
Or double cup until your body hits the floor
Let me talk
To all my peers
Who've been living in fear
Of what they might do to themselves
When their shadows appear
We were never prepared
So we just say our prayers
And hope that when we shed a tear
They don't call us inferior
Or call us weak, a generation that is prone to death
Who have the world inside their hands
Yet they ask for help
Cause we've been painting perfect pictures
We betray ourselves
No one can know the painter's pain
Til they portray themselves
I'm selling shows from all these raps which are my sos
I guess my fans are here to help me fight for mental health
Because alone I'm only playing chess against myself
So every W is really just another L
At 21 I'm seeing a lot of problems in the world
I'm feeling like the road to heaven
Goes through hell first
At 21 I'm praying, God don't let me die here
Then wake up gasping for my breath and I ask
Do you know why life is hard at 21
Too much pressure to be fine and have it all
Under control but then you're also under water
Understand between the two there is a very thin border
Do you know how many die at 21
Fear God and stay away from all the drugs
They either turn you to the cops or to a corpse
You end up in handcuffs
Or double cup until your body hits the floor
Let me talk
I'm 21
But I got friends who didn't live to say this
So every day I'm ten toes down is a special occasion
Never complacent but let me say this
I'll live every day like my last one
Once I'm over eighty
So anything before that mark is not a happy ending
That get rich or die trying
Isn't where I'm headed
It's get rich and get richer when you're dead and buried
No fifty cent but my two cents
Will change about twenty five generations
The kind of dreams that I have
Will have me breaking my back
I am obsessed with my success
Because it's deeper than that
Cause in a world where our people are either oppressed or in heaven
Only God can comprehend how much it means to be successful and black
So yeah, I'm bitter as hell
That at 21 other kids don't have to think about death
They're getting keys to a new house
While we're locked up in cells for fighting for free education
I ask
Do you know why life is hard at 21
Too much pressure to be fine and have it all
Under control but then you're also under water
Understand between the two
There is a very thin border
Do you know how many die at 21
Fear God and stay away from all the drugs
They either turn you to the cops or to a corpse
You end up in handcuffs
Or double cup until your body hits the floor
Let me talk

Written by:
Ofentse Mabokela

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