HHP, Whosane - Waiting Is Over lyrics
[HHP, Whosane - Waiting Is Over lyrics]
Stop, let me think of this for a minute bona
I'm cool with this fella
Le-go-getter wa go dikena
Got cool swagger, make cool smega
'Cause wa bereka, o nna gae
Wants his own crib though, ko toropong
But only got a certificate, ko parolong
He got a wife, bitjienyana a kena dikolotong
Stay with life
Later die man a phela dicholopong
Went to his crib, chill smooth ko kamoreng
Are Jabba
You'll never believe gore ke tlo goreng
"I got AIDS, dog!"
I got played, dog, by my own wife
In my mansion I'm a slave, dog
This disease got me slashing my arms
Even worse
I don't even know how I'm gon' tell my moms
I'm a good guy, dude
I work hard, nine to five, why should I die
Dude? All I want is to stay alive
How will I survive
He whispers down the corridor
What had ended all, lesson to work for the
And I don't even know now what I'm living for
Eish!
(The waiting is over, oh)
The waiting is over
Trying to put your weight on my shoulder
And when it gets colder
I'll be here to land a hand like a soldier
Sometimes life is not that coucher
But don't say I never told ya
The waiting is over
Trying to put your weight on my shoulder
And when it gets colder
I'll be here to land a hand like I told ya
Sometimes life is not that coucher
But don't say I never told ya
Most brothers sleep walk while
Providing a wall stale mate, jail bait
Getting caught with they arms
If he under 18 he go to court with his moms
The black man is invisible in physical form
Figure that he dead or he
Off robbing the store tryna bake bread
Didn't know the oven was off
Hittin' base as hustlin' in Brooklyn New York
It's cliché but It's cliché
When brothers get caught
I was self taught to get it, so fortunate and
My circumstance with chance was so hidden
Pulled up my pants
Advance to transform the norm like
Louis Armstrong holding a horn
By that I mean I trump whoever on
My truth is in the booth
That's from dusk to dawn
And all my brothers on the
Block smokin' stay strong
(Strong, strong, strong, strong)
The waiting is over
You back home from doing your time
On the block where you used to grind
Standing in front the same shop where you
Used to buy and use your 9
This time you'll use your mind
I said It's over
You back home from doing your time
On the block where you used to grind
Standing in front the same shop where you
Used to buy and use your 9
This time you'll use your mind
I said It's over
I'm cool with this fella
Le-go-getter wa go dikena
Got cool swagger, make cool smega
'Cause wa bereka, o nna gae
Wants his own crib though, ko toropong
But only got a certificate, ko parolong
He got a wife, bitjienyana a kena dikolotong
Stay with life
Later die man a phela dicholopong
Went to his crib, chill smooth ko kamoreng
Are Jabba
You'll never believe gore ke tlo goreng
"I got AIDS, dog!"
I got played, dog, by my own wife
In my mansion I'm a slave, dog
This disease got me slashing my arms
Even worse
I don't even know how I'm gon' tell my moms
I'm a good guy, dude
I work hard, nine to five, why should I die
Dude? All I want is to stay alive
How will I survive
He whispers down the corridor
What had ended all, lesson to work for the
And I don't even know now what I'm living for
Eish!
(The waiting is over, oh)
The waiting is over
Trying to put your weight on my shoulder
And when it gets colder
I'll be here to land a hand like a soldier
Sometimes life is not that coucher
But don't say I never told ya
The waiting is over
Trying to put your weight on my shoulder
And when it gets colder
I'll be here to land a hand like I told ya
Sometimes life is not that coucher
But don't say I never told ya
Most brothers sleep walk while
Providing a wall stale mate, jail bait
Getting caught with they arms
If he under 18 he go to court with his moms
The black man is invisible in physical form
Figure that he dead or he
Off robbing the store tryna bake bread
Didn't know the oven was off
Hittin' base as hustlin' in Brooklyn New York
It's cliché but It's cliché
When brothers get caught
I was self taught to get it, so fortunate and
My circumstance with chance was so hidden
Pulled up my pants
Advance to transform the norm like
Louis Armstrong holding a horn
By that I mean I trump whoever on
My truth is in the booth
That's from dusk to dawn
And all my brothers on the
Block smokin' stay strong
(Strong, strong, strong, strong)
The waiting is over
You back home from doing your time
On the block where you used to grind
Standing in front the same shop where you
Used to buy and use your 9
This time you'll use your mind
I said It's over
You back home from doing your time
On the block where you used to grind
Standing in front the same shop where you
Used to buy and use your 9
This time you'll use your mind
I said It's over