I almost died with the knife on my neck

I was begging for my life, boy! I had a reason

Tears dropping on my face like it's raining season

They say when a man cry he'll be showing weakness

This is not a fairytale you gotta show what is real

You lock your feelings in the bag don't you think that's a baggage

Why you hiding all the feeling are you scared of the judgement?

It doesn't matter they don't know you

its like you live in a basement

Uthathe ingqondo uyibeke emqolo and you look for discussion

Not the way of living life you just need a construction

You been going back and forth like it's every season

Ba Ba bullet shots and you stop breathing