Hook: Synik
When I look around, I dream of going away
Just to find a place or time where things are going my way
And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again
But maybe at the end of the ‘bow, there’s gon be a pot of gold I can claim
Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde
Soul told me do better, so that’s what I better do
Even when it comes at the expense of my revenue
I'm just another brother on the streets
Trynna raise his commas up like apostrophes
And train my thoughts to follow a train of thought
Think outside the box before I’m down in a box
Resolutions I keep secret in the back of my mind
For they could steal your vision thus robbing you blind
We just Zim scallies with American dreams
Living skint but in our beans, we living it big
Mama told me it's either six feet or the top spot
I’m trynna make it out the pot smoke and tosspots
‘Cause life’s a test, ndichapasa zama, wangu
Nyangwe ndikasapasa, ndenge ndambozama, wangu
I was raised with no steak and no bread
But was fueled by the hope someday we would stack bread
Hook: Synik
When I look around, I dream of going away
Just to find a place or time where things are going my way
And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again
But maybe at the end of the ‘bow, there’s gon be a pot of gold I can claim
There’s gon be a pot of gold
Verse 2: Soko Matemai
Gogogoi, ndapinda muera Soko
Mhizha pakutamba namashoko
Top 5 emcees of all time, all hail
Oh hell, yeah, I could teach you ndisina kubata choko
Chokutanga, do you know what it’s like?
To lose a bit of yourself to make a sacrifice?
To fall down so hard and then get up to fight for something bigger than you?
That’s why I’m behind the mic
I am godsent, God bless the nonsense
I raised it already, nobody touching the bar since
They scratching the surface, got me singing “Ndiri kuvaviwa”
Amai mwana, isu tajaira kushaiwa
But we still put the work in, it’s working
Nzira ine minzwa but we move even if it’s hurting
Pakutsvaga poto yendarama handikundikane
Kana mhuri isina kuguta, handigutsikane
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, uh
Hook: Synik
When I look around, I dream of going away
Just to find a place or time where things are going my way
And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again
But maybe at the end of the ‘bow, there’s gon be a pot of gold I can claim
There’s gon be a pot of gold
Verse 3: Kriss Newtone
Yeah
A place where a broken bird sings
Caged, broke on both wings
I really wanna fly, is it fate that I’m stuck in these limbs?
Eish, I dont think I’ve lived since
I was just a child, I was closer to the ground
And the sound of Mother Nature and the frequency of life
Now I’m feeling proud that I’m out my mama house
But this paper ain’t gon wait up; take a risk and roll the dice
Mmh, I love this city but I’m really stuck
Is it hustle or a streak of luck? Hit a round and spin the block
Clean a Glock?
Lately, ain’t no telling how to get a buck
Family doing time I hope you keep in touch
See you out, it’s really tough
Where do I exist on the space-time continuum?
Wonder if I at least go back to being a little one
Runny nose, running streets, never knowing broke
Nobody knows what it is, uncertainty of hope
Hook: Synik
When I look around, I dream of going away
Just to find a place or time where things are going my way
And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again
But maybe at the end of the ‘bow, there’s gon be a pot of gold I can claim
When I look around, I dream of going away
Just to find a place or time where things are going my way
And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again
But maybe at the end of the ‘bow, there’s gon be a pot of gold I can claim
There’s gon be a pot of gold
When I look around, I dream of going away
Just to find a place or time where things are going my way
And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again
But maybe at the end of the ‘bow, there’s gon be a pot of gold I can claim
There’s gon be a pot of gold
