Seasons change
There's still time for us to run away
Seasons change
There's still time for us to run away
Seasons

San'bonan endlini

Sjava kajama Indlalifa igama ley'nsizwa

Mina, ng'phuma le enzansi, kwafel ubala

Insizwa uma ina-thirty five kthiwa is' indala

Laph' eng'phuma khona maw'phuma khona bathi aw'fiki la

Ngyamangala uma ngi-la

Bebathi ng'yophelel emoyeni, beba right

Manje ngiy'nkanyezi

Njengoba ngik'tshela ngempilo yami

Ng'funa uthathe nayi imfundiso yami (lalela la wena)

Ithemba alibulali

Ukube l'yabulala ngabe nihamba phez'kwami



Poverty

Jealousy

Negativity

Ngith' ak'nandawo la

Go away (far away)

Poverty

Jealousy

Negativity

Ngith' ak'nandawo la

Go away (far away)



I cry with lil' brotha, got high and watched the sunrise

Wiggle on 'em if it's One Time they done hung all of my people

I love all of my people, I'm in the slums with all of my people

They trynna tell us that we all equal

We gettin' no justice so it ain't peaceful

They could bluff you, they could beat you

Paid attorney we gon' need it

Momma told me there was demons, she ain't never lied on her Jesus

She worked her ass off just to feed us

She went to Ross to cop the new Adidas

She used to tap in with all the teachers

They wasn't teaching nothin' it's no secret

Whole lotta grind, lil' niggas beefin'

We gotta keep it or end up a victim

Trapped in the system, trafficking drugs

Modern-day slavery, African thugs

We go to war for this African blood

We go to war for this African blood

When I put niggas on it was all out of love

You was disloyal, can't call it no love



Poverty

Jealousy

Negativity

Ngith' ak'nandawo la

Go away (far away)



(Season change)

You know we at the stove with it, we stove whippin', my niggas know we gon' get it

(Season change)

Dodgin' cops fuck around and get locked you never comin' home with it

Look, my nigga, I came from the sewer

Don't shit on my past you ain't come from manure

You see Reason and you see LA, but bitch I ain't come for no ruin

Just know all of my niggas we struggled for it, had to hustle for it, cried puddles for it

My pops watch his sister get locked for it

I done seen my niggas get popped for it like

Gimme that, I carry the llama like a piggyback

I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness

No way out, shit we locked in the system

Catch a case and they not gon' forgive ya

White skin, you be out before Christmas

Shit, auntie missed eight of those days

Tears from me had to pray those days, had to slave those days

Shit, we had to hit up a couple hood-give-aways those days

Thank God for every inch that he gave us

Thank God for everything 'cause he made us

Like when that car bent the block, brock, brock, brock

Hit the homie but we made it, so he already saved us

Thinkin' that he could've died nigga

We was praying to the sky and his mother cried rivers

Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge

Had to drop but his popped and they killed him

Worst part is that it sound so familiar



I am T'Challa

I am Killmonger

One world, one God, one family

Celebration