H'pitso - Streets Prayer (feat. MelFeb)

Pray
Ma city
Ohhhh little prayer
Ma city
I'm a man with a spear
Hustle with a tear
Ready to kill this hunger, tell ma blessings that I'm here
I'm on a cruiser
aiming be shooter
All the guns are pointing at me, how can i move out
God said "don't stress out, you'll touch the skies even when you fall out"
It's all about the streets life, make the meal and dish
Touch down with the red one
It's shoprite that a family wanna see
Superstars get the cash, everybody wanna be
Mmoma on the streets thinking on me
Christmas clothes, how it gon be?
Christmas dinner, what we gon eat?
Selling those simba chips 50c, aiming on the profit
It's what we gon eat
Tranna lay back and see ma dreams, all i got is believe
Ohhhh hey yeah
I still pray yeah
To all of the things i used to plan
To all of the dreams i used to stress
Hey yeah
I still pray yeah
Salute all the mothers in the black market
Salute all the brothers doing jobs all day
hey yeah
I still pray yeah
To all of the things i used to plan
To all of the dreams i used to stress
Hey yeah
I still pray yeah
Salute all the mothers in the black market
Salute all the brothers doing jobs all day
Shutout to the brothers and sisters, lava ngale ku hustlen day and night
It doesn't matter kur u kgereza njhan, as long you put something on the table
Valala ungava praise, vatshiki vak hlekula
Dear mama, we thank you for ku pfuka early in the morning
Miya ximaketanini miya phanda
I also gave credits to the mothers, lava dobelaku ti cans
A lot of stress to the babies, those who are holding a pen
For kuva va kgerezela R1 kuri vadya sgele
Shutout to those who are in jail, lava ava ringeta ku phandela family ohhh
Ti breadwinners stay blessed, one day kutava fresh
Shutout to the niggas who are pushing the music game, one day kutava ntswembu
If they don't hate it, it means awule ku phuxen
Khoma piki na foxolo hiya ku zamen
Ku pfuxiwa leyi yiti pfuxak
Ishu, ku pfuxiwa leyi yiti pfuxaka
Ohhhh hey yeah
I still pray yeah
To all of the things i used to plan
To all of the dreams i used to stress
Hey yeah
I still pray yeah
Salute all the mothers in the black market
Hey yeah
I still pray yeah
To all of the things i used to plan
To all of the dreams i used to stress
Hey yeah
I still pray yeah
Salute all the mothers in the black market
On my niece everyday, 10 fingers on the Bible
Bravo brothers on the corner with a small shack
It doesn't matter if you selling coke with a pack
Ok'salayo that's hustle, never throw a towel
We all hungry, mothers now on the streets selling veges because of struggle
Keep pushing mama, easy come easy go
Those kids will grow up, that R1 tomorrow will be R100
Hungary belly has no fear never lose focus
Ma role model was killed in the streets with drug life
With a thug life
Who cares, as long as we survive
Rest in peace dour makaveli
Now niggas knocking doors tranna sell lines
Without dreams fulfilled your life is incomplete
Don't fall forever, get up on your feet
Setting focus on the price
God bless ma hustle
Let us pray, God do you see us down here
Please hear my humble crying, do not pass me by
Ohhhh hey yeah
I still pray yeah
To all of the things i used to plan
To all of the dreams i used to stress
Hey yeah
I still pray yeah
Salute all the mothers in the black market

Written by:
Peace Mathebula BLESSupFAM

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