Fanele Thee - With Love.

See I don't know how to pray
I'm not sure of my faith
Yet want control of my fate
I know that I rarely pray
That's cos I don't wanna fake
Don't know what to say
When I do I don't wanna waste
Is it a shame
Either way I'm gonna walk my lane
I'm gonna pave my way like said on Upgrade
I'm safe I contemplate
She said he's always there
But God is not like men

He won't touch you
Unless you ask him
Man I'm far from perfect
Far from anointed
Average intellect
With dream balls to intercept
Know when I should respect
Know what I should reject
Sometimes I think over relaxed
To deal with the pressure felt
Of making sure I make sense
When the notepad is open for progress
I'm a dealer who happens to be a modern
DaVinci meets Debussy
My ghost is art in the process
Sure man I raise the steaks with these omens
Impressing old men
Blowing o's this smoke is too potent
I'm telling those men I'm up next
I don't flex
Keep the bench pressed with bums
When in the headsets
Make the heads bend in the bars
Cos the hats match
Out the box
Where they gon inspect
My sound like an offence
They see small
I see teamwork

Where trees have sex for fruits and some profits
You know my journey now
Then I should figure out
Maneuvering round snakes that cover Goli grounds
I think the African dream is too American
I think I think too much and you should pay for that
What's why most people I know don't wanna stay sober
That's why we enjoy sleep more who wants to wake up
Doing things they don't like
Caught it loops
Only smile round December time
Is why I'm harder to listen to
Topics are soft you'd swear that rap is on honeymoon
Don't let the no promo fool you
I'm one of the best to

Step in front of the mic and amuse you with simple truth
Killing the beats well is part of my IQ
Stacked so many L's
Lady luck let me loose to break loops
Limiting the black man's outlook
That let his son tell his son
We are beneath good

In this hue
I'm sick and tired I should be fired
I heard the streets hire
Drugs have easy buyers
The law is weak under the sun so maybe hire
The foreign and move ganja
Ngibe igintsa and keep a heater
Or maybe go to Debonairs for something lighter
Get a license become a delivery driver
That won't pay enough though plus my late arrivals

And soon hunger
Will cause me to eat your pizza
Or shave up look clean now bank teller
In a super sixteen but my suits cleaner
Machine technology already taking over
Retrenchment cos my CV includes a lie like
My friends number
They called that drunk one eish
These limited choices
Will keep me voiceless
Depressed by weak cheques
Stressed by finance
Club to hide that
Drunk to forget that
Smoke to drug that
Fuck to release that
Become the kinda person that easily snaps
Break down into a corner the wings don't flap
Unlike a bird you see pity so you can't rest
Cos nests ain't cheap and you can't stay homeless
Man it takes so much to put out a tape
I'm not rich couldn't brag couldn't be fake
What do you want me to say
I repeat clothes and sneakers on regular day
I produced the whole tape
I mixed on some days
I wrote on bad days
I rapped on good days
Higher level than some rappers with nice cars
Headspace in airspace in future
Reminiscing like sasidl' amaskopas
But I'm in a Quantam
Passing change and a R2 just fell down
We looking for it like it was a 20 million
Lotto ticket if it had matching numbers
Might never make it everybody knows art
But at least I did this one
With love

And leave myself something to remember
Like that one time I changed my life in December.

Written by:
Fanele Zulu

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