Getrich - The Struggle (feat. TheLastLetter)

Son
You have a god given talent
Remember that what is meant for you
Will never pass you
And no matter how long it takes
Always remember that it’s not all about money
But self fulfilment
And no man can change or alter gods plan
Pray believe and spread your wings
There is no limit
I know the struggle
Coming where we come from you gotta be a winner
If I was born into a rich family
My life probably would of turned out different maybe
But I was born into poverty I’m a trench baby
What you know about living in a one room
Family of 5 house smaller than a bedroom
Me and bro we was sleeping on the floor
And hand me downs was the clothes that we wore
We was happy when momzy bought us new ones
Dead job so pops had low funds
Stressed out cause he couldn’t really help much
He was present yet so out of touch
Gunshots beating every other night
And some days we used candles for light
I must of been 9 I saw a man get shot
Close range to his chest then he dropped
I remember playing out in my neighbourhood
No worries in the world it was all good
Getrich is a product of Soweto
We call it home but they call it the ghetto
No cap they make legends where I come from
And If I didn’t make it out I’d be dead wrong
Gotta be sharp liken an eagle
I see a lot of hate in my people
Smiley faces but their eyes look evil
I know the struggle
Coming where we come from you gotta be a winner
I know the struggle
Coming where we come from you gotta be a winner
He used to be my dawg up in primary school
Now my dawgs on drugs he’s an addict
He used to be my dawg when we was growing up
Now my dawgs in the grave with the maggots
A lot of people can relate around these parts
She used to be a 10 she was breaking hearts
Now she’s got 3 kids 3 different dads
He was sliding like he never had break pads
Now that boys doing life cell
Free my bro cause he’s locked up as well
If only God could just bring back jared
And swap him for one of these fuck niggers
When my granny died it gave me the shivers
She’s my angel i cried and i cried
Her face in a casket hurt me inside
My life’s been the bumpiest ride
I know the struggle
Coming where we come from you gotta be a winner
I know the struggle
Coming where we come from you gotta be a winner

Written by:
Gift Chuene, Zanele Ndlovu

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