Garden

Sometimes I wish it wasn’t this
Pain and frustration
Steady tolerating all the fuckshit of the nation
And dealing with my family; I’m so sick of hospitals
Pharmacists and narcissists, I used to love to gaze
Out of the window through the raindrops and the haze!
But now it’s like I cannot look, society’s some cannibals
And I feel
That I’m steady losing feeling!
My girl was protesting 'think she’s gonna need some healing!
So yes that’s on me too
And I go to uni too!
You would think I have nine lives but this cat is only human, boo!
Oh, ain’t that some shit? It means I’m just like the rest!
Your boy makes mistakes, got some demons in his chest
And his mind and his memory, nah, fuck this energy!
In all honesty I’m quite content with how I’m living;
I got some rice in my kitchen and some rides up in the rhythm
So;
All I need’s to live, love and hope for the best
As time ticks on and the rhymes flow on, bet!
Oh I (I) need — a place to go!
(A place where my heart, my body and my soul
Can rest and meditate, meditate, take a break, take a break
From the hate and then take the pain away)
Oh I (I) need — a place to rest!
(A place where my heart, my mind and my chest
Can chill and meditate. meditate, take a break, take a break
From the hate and then take the pain away like)
Check! I would like a private garden —
To walk and clear my head so I can hear the bees buzzing!
You know, a little Zen thing like they have up in Japan
With nobody there to bring the war or politics of man!
Got some flowers over there, and a bonsai just below, and I also got some rocks
and a few intyatyambo, that’s some Xhosa for you buddy
I also speak a little French
Gonna have some dandelions and over there; a little bench
Like the one that’s in the «Cranes» video, 2013 —
When I entered in this rap shit as just a little teen!
Straight out of high school, my cousin’s old bean
When I crashed at her crib, shout out my aunty Martine!
Gonna have a rock garden that meanders 'round a dam!
Hang a wind chime fam for the big time band!
But it will only be for me, a place of solitude!
Got an excuse as I recluse from the bombaclaart abuse
Of this inner city living kodwa bona bayang’hleba
Manje k’mele ngibaxolela because I’m really not that better;
I’m always battling my ego and it does lead my astray!
I’ve done some bad things but I know there gon' come a day —
Where I walk among the leaves, take a seat, maybe breath
As I speak into this mic, the emotions that I’m feeling, check!