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from the dirt - sbu lyrics

[intro]
back again, from the east
m.d.a. to be exact

[hook]
so much drive
the apple that fell far from the tree
i grew up with k!llers
i know dealers
i know winners
i know sinners

[verse 1]
i just rose from the dirt
#menaretrash
never had a pot to p-ss in
we only used them in the kitchen
i’m a starvin’ artist wrestling with his penmanship inside his ribcage, trying to fill the gaps like it’s hypernorapy
good things come to those who wait but the great things come to those who meet em halfway
(halfway, that way)
but ibraz rather be on drugs, they pack knives or a gun
mug til we’re tired
then somebody gotta die
(well, it’s a sacrifice, before peace there’s a lot of drugs)
[verse 2]
i feel like i’m chasing & chasing my shadows inside the darkness
hangin like the gardens of babylon
with the hearts in the struggle
my art hard as my knuckles
true colours make the perfect pictures when the pencil draws
shhh mamela dawg..
being black is a full time job yaz?
that’s why we’re so unemployed bra
like s’phushi skoro-koro on the road to riches even if they say no bra
we pushin & pushin like noreaga with the dope
but the struggle is real, the struggle k!lls
struggle heals only if your struggle is a wheel/will and it keeps you going

[hook]
so much drive
(i don’t need brake fluids)
the apple that fell far from the tree
(and i went back to my roots and i smoked)
i grew up with k!llers
(k!lling themselves)
i know dealers
(never deal with themselves)
i know winners
(never win by themselves)
i know sinners
(rather live for themselves)

- sbu lyrics

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