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Kids play soccer out after dark
Ishibobo in the park
Youth and young spirits out here
Living the way that we should be
But we sold our souls
Life’s pressure took its toll
And now we’re stuck in 9 to 5’s
Wishing every day that we could
Be what we wanna be
Seize the moment, chase our dreams
Breathe the ocean air
And let it fill up our lungs
The world aint what we thought it was
We feel betrayed
We want our world back
The one we had when we were young
Fill up the block and the streets again
These hoods are calling our names
Memories, trauma, ripe blood stains
We all suffer the same
They strap glocks when they run cocaine
160 k’s dice down on main
Another night, another tragedy
I feel stolen from
I feel lied to and fooled
Why can’t this magic be forever
Why do friends die too soon
Why is death reality
And monsters have come to life
Families ripped apart by their drug appetites
Be what you wanna be
Not what others wanna see
Make em uncomfortable
If that makes them move
We’re so stagnant
Stuck up in our madness
Time to see the mess for what it is
We’ve got something to prove
Fill up the block and the streets again
These hoods are calling our names
Memories, trauma, dry blood stains
We all suffer the same
They strap glocks when they run cocaine
160 k’s dice down on main
Another night, another tragedy
Wear your scars with pride
If you know the life
Get your throat slit
By the devils knife tonight
We got one chance
One life to make it all count
But in a vicious circle
No one gets around
So I breathe in, breathe out
Listen to the city sounds
Heartbeat of the street
Turn it all around
Hope lives in a desolate place
Love pours from eyes on a tattooed face
Condemned
Fill up the block and the streets again
These hoods are calling our names
Memories, trauma, dry blood stains
We all suffer the same
They strap glocks when they run cocaine
160 k’s dice down on main
Another night, another tragedy
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Stop talking for a second
So that I can get a word in
This one sided conversations is boring me
I’m tryna eradicate the pain, the masquerade
The hate, it’s not too late
Call me relish cause I be dressing
Fooled ya like a televangelist blessing
Straight to the point even though it’s a stud
Hot like a cold shot magnum slug to the brain
Bringing brain fog to your senses
Struggling to piece together your sentences
I stay smooth like a breasticle
Got numbnuts tatted on my testicles
Man, what the fuck am I saying
None of this makes any sense
But you’re still listening
So what the hell’s wrong with you
As long as the beat slap
People stick around, it’s true
Rest in peace, my melodies
So long, my songs
See you around, my harmonies
Forgotten but never gone
Man that got deep all of a sudden
Wonder what the chorus is about
Or if anyone cares
Do you think they look that far
Into the abyss and their own hearts, man, I wonder
Or is it just a nice tune
Strum away in their minds
Well they struggle to find
A purpose to the life they lead
The question of the infinity
And all the chaos that surrounds us
Man, calm the fuck down
And chill the fuck out, my dude
You’re thinking out too loud
It doesn’t matter what you say in the verse
They just bob their heads
They don’t listen to the words
And if they do, then its gotta be dumb
Something like pussy, weed, bitches, and guns
Got it, now you can be an artist
Upload your work to the net and be famous
Oh, whats that? Only 10 streams on each track
Too bad, kid, we gotta face the facts
You can’t have fortunes unless you bought em
You can’t have fame unless they already know your name
Better luck next time, fool
Even Harris and Klebold gotta get schooled
Too far bro
Oh hell no
I’ll appease my god on TV
I would sell my soul
I think I’ve found a remedy
The flesh of pop stars
Now I know
Their blood
Will bring us all back home
Their lives will make us all feel whole
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Black highway calling my name
Old tar like my lungs
Devil waiting at the crossroad
Gonna trade in my filthy tongue
Dirt on my past, blood on my hands
Fresh start on my mind
I’m gonna leave this small town life
Far behind
Big city, small budget
Nothing but a heart and a soul
Street smart but still young and dumb
Know when to fold and to hold
Fat chance that I’m taking
What could ever go wrong
Black leather, cheap whiskey
New faces, same old songs
We’re going straight down to hell
No matter which route we take out
Might as well make it worth our time
We’re running out of life
My prejudice reserved
For the rich man and myself
All the suffering in the world
Explains all your wealth
No colour left in this small world
That we all know
It’s best we pack our things and go
That covetous evil
Lurks in every small town folk
Bored of their lives product of the end times
Glasses and cloaks
Business is good
For churches, dealers, and bars
Long distance relations
They hate from afar
We’re going straight down to hell
No matter which route we take out
Might as well make it worth our time
We’re running out of life
I'm on a mission, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
of being one of the greatest musicians
But the drugs and liquor
Is always blinding a niggas vision
I'm sick of life
Something is telling me I should quit it
But I got a sight
that's got way more faith than a christian
I praise the lord in the booth
Hip hop my new religion
Don't need a proverb or a psalm on my arm
Instagram pics to prove I'm a charm
A chain on my neck
Grills on my teeth
A chick with a weave
To prove I'm a G
All these rappers are always claiming to sound different
But they sound like the last lil nigga that I listen
All my life I've always been rejected
Well this is life
Expect the unexpected
We're running out of life
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Unfit
03:28
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These aches and pains
Will they never cease or subside
You’ve put a spanner in the works for me
How many more times
Are we going to say goodbye
It’s too late, now you’re forcing this life to be
I can’t believe that its happening to me
I’m so scared that I can’t feel my face
Guess I should be a little bit safer than I need
To not repopulate the human disgrace
Yeah but it’s happening
I’m a mess
I could never love a thing
And it’s a part of me
I’m not equipped or fit enough for what I’m in
I don’t have the guts
To give what’s barely just enough
I’m way too selfish, I don’t think that’ll change
Scratch through all my stuff
And you’ll find spare change and an album
You can sell my dreams to get through the day
I don’t have the things on the outside or the in
I can’t contribute in a meaningful way
Don’t keep me round, I can only teach sin
Bad examples of what to do and say
Yeah but it’s happening
I’m a mess
I could never love a thing
And it’s a part of me
I’m not equipped or fit enough for what I’m in
Yeah but it’s happening
I’m a mess
I could never love a thing
And it’s a part of me
I’m not equipped or fit enough
Coz I'm unfit
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Leaving
02:46
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No help is on the way
The roads are wet and I’m sliding
No reason left to stay
If I said there was then I’m lying
Not quite sure where to go
But if we stay, I’ll lose my mind, I’m sure
I’ll gladly leave it behind coz
I am just trying to find some peace and quiet
In this mess that I have made
Far away from the thieves and liars
That I’ve met and laid
Friends may come and go
Maybe our paths will collide in the future
So who knows
What’s waiting on the other side
Difficulty letting go and deciding
I cling onto this rope
But no one’s pulling me in
So I
I let go
In blind hope of finding home
Somewhere I don’t know
Faces all the same
Letters of names rearrange
It all starts again
What’s the point anyway
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FiveSidedDice Port Elizabeth, South Africa
FiveSidedDice is a multi-genre music project from the coast of South Africa which was started in 2008. After attaining an inclusive degree in music having done a year of a general diploma in music at Nelson Mandela University, the journey of FiveSidedDice remains ongoing, and the sound ever-changing and evolving. The music of FiveSidedDice and affiliated projects is available across all platforms. ... more
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