SKOOTA

Landscaping sun-up just to pay for the basics Mum’s crib loud, every day it’s tension She yelling from the kitchen, I just grind no mention Rent late, fridge light flicker and fade Pressure on my chest like a debt unpaid Love her but the weight make the walls feel tight Dreams heavy in my lungs, still breathe, still fight Fifteen on a scooter with product in my bag Rolling round KGB, heartbeat base Blue lights flash, sweat drip down my face, Still a kid determined to win lifes race. Ready, Get set, GO Learned quick on a cold road Trying turn crumbs into bread, tryna elevate the family name Every scar just feeding the flame From the dirt I rose That’s just how it goes From a scooter on the block to a Bobcat in a yard. Its all or nothing, I will never fold Mama hear me now The prince is now a king From KGB nights to bigger dreams Still Skoota, still grinding, still chasing the dream Hands blistered, palms rough, faith strong Cutting rich man grass while the day drags long They don’t see nights or the prayers I whisper Just a quiet young brother pushing blades through winter Friends locked up, some ghosts in the breeze Same corners I pedaled now I dodge police Trying rewrite scripts that was handed to me World say sit down Mama say grow up I lace boots tighter when the road get rough. Shoulders back with chin raised high I am aiming for the sky African drum in my chest still pound hard Every drop of sweat spell freedom now Doubt talk slick in my ear I answer with work, still here No shortcuts, just long roads and scars If I don’t go far, at least I made it this far From the dirt I rose That’s just how it goes From a scooter on the block to a mower in a yard From KGB nights to bigger dreams Still Skoota, still grinding, still chasing my dreams From the sands of Sudan to the Perth North-side, He got that self-respect, he got that African pride. Man of class, man of style, When I see him in the street, my heart skips a beat. Scruffy hair and sun kissed skin, My whole body starts tingling, Upstairs and downstairs, If Ya know what i mean. HUBBA HUBBA He’s a hustler, a grinder, Working hard in the sun, wishing he came home to me, when his long day was done. Makes a sister wonder, How can i make you my own, Got that look in your eye, a fire in your soul, let me baby take full control Forget the other players, they ain't in your league You're the main attraction baby, you are exactly what i need, I am the best you have ever seen, Take a chance on me, come let me be your Nubian Queen. Your throne is ready and waiting, please baby come take your seat next to me, And we will rule the streets, Together, As King and Queen