EBBS & FLOWS:Hard Target

still chasing summer’s legendary vibe/

cause i've seen a lot of winters/

looking for a different sky/

spent a lot of time re-writing the story line/

when all I should have done, is let the clouds go by i wonder whether /

I’ll see the blood of malice or the hateful grief/

Or wild flowers in the sun beyond the bliss of dreams/

Climbing to the mountain top looking for joy for ever/

Hustle to make it work/

Striving to make it better/

TOuchline Verse:

Let Love Lead that's what umfundisi say, I'm in the front row thinking how could God do me this way, mpinch yam you're from the same factory where Judas was made, as for my confidence you'd like it if I lose it again, sometimes I feel like my self esteem is on hand cuffs, I'm watching YouTube videos on self-love, staying in bed the whole day I cannot face the world as my anxiety acts up, liking everyone's post I'm just a part of their fan club, Their lives are better or so it seems, it's either they're excelling or selling dreams, why am I relating to every meme about heartbreak or being broke and why this self-doubt don't ever leave, raised in the murder capital where everyone's a villain, but understand that fear of failure is a bigger killer, no need to get a gun or ever run, God laughing at our plans coz he has better ones

It's been a hell of a journey, so how you talk about/

The world on your shoulders/

Dodge bullet /

As you walk it out/

Survival of fit is scramble to be the king/

And every win/

Comes/

From a trial of damage in the ring/

And all of this energy you be spending on disbelievers/

And all the doubters/

Is a waist of time /

Let me blast ya speaker/

The thing that can detroy you/

Is located within you/

Writing is on the wall

If you can see it on the menu/

You Hear it like a call/

It was either breaks you or it

Bend you/

Gotta Continue /

Till to rafters in a Venue/

Hmmmm.

The chips are down for the gathering of crowds/

If they came with hate, evaporated in a cloud/

Life's the rhythm of the wave/ riding up and down/

Ride it with a torch. Burning the synagouses of the proud/

Ngabo dlala nge skhathi/

Ngabanikezschansi/

Saqala bathi sobabona bazophelelaphi/

We grew up at a rough time/ with helicopters hovering/

The History of before/

is synonymous suffering/

Gotta build a future that my people deserve /

4 centuries made of hell/

It can never return/