Verse 1:
Uh, I’m drowning deep in my thoughts, I catch the wreck breathless
It’s Rhyming lines when I jot heedlessly, I get reckless
Real lion ain’t lying when they be searching Breakfast
Front to bump goats as we still rear, We the German Shepherd
I put in pain, I put in work, I put in effort
I heard myself talk to this beat and so I wore the headset
Approach the mic as my heart speaks to leave a message
A studio session’s going deep, I’m down to break all records
I’m tryna find a method
Yet i look for a reference
Ain’t all about the reverence
That’s only for the heavens
The tunnel’s so dark
Is this the house of satan
I’m tryna leave a mark
I know my statements blatant
Nobody talks ‘bout the educated but unemployed
I feel like all this was calculated or it’s a ploy
It’s funny how people could enjoy
What does annoy
A life depending on a life and both will be destroyed
Nobody talks of the needy and that they got No voice
Promoted shit on their media shall make all The noise
A man would dream to play a girl like a sex Toy
And girls would want to sleep with rich and sleep on broke boys
Tired of the shy and an unpolite that they be rapists
Tired of elite and the “acting wise” but some Still racists
Sarcastic questions bout my beliefs and they be atheists
Being persuasive on some shit that none of ‘em’ve tasted
I put in faith, I put in prayers, I put in God
I pray for patience on my success that’s All I got
I pray for uttermost humbleness when I’m at jobs
Know that i’m gradually collecting what they Call ‘thawabs
I’m bad at faking a life so it’s best I keep it real
My music’s said to be ill, it’s ironic that it heals
I’d be ID’ed as an unidentified idol with zeal
My loss’z a lesson to us all and that’s just how it feels
Hook:
Aye, Men that’s just how It feels
This one’s not for the Radio
(Radio, Radio)
Aye, Ain’t for The Radio
(Radio, Radio)
This one’s not for the Radio
Verse 2:
Yeah, If doors shut then it is just to mean that others open
We came from dust we gon’ be dust, we equal by that slogan
It’s down to crust, as prophets plus may peace be upon all ‘em
The closest thing to dumb is dunk with luck And play you Jordan
Life is like a traffic once you panic then you lose focus
Miseries gigantic than titanic an’ safe from all Misfortunes
Earthquakes Volcanic blows, calamities distracting motions
If I be outlandish it’s the anguish, I ain’t a Freeman as Morgan
Life is a movie bruh, Just picture Africa
Just picture numerous villains against few Avengers
You either Solid or you Sold it (solid) that’s The Formula
Then add a little bit of demons in the Adventure
Calendars are changing
While People are dying
I pray to god for war-endings
Palestine and Israel
It is real
That brothers clash, Russia and Ukraine
And ongoing civil wars that measures is Silent
Mmh
Nobody questions what’s up with African politics
The first impression when hearing ‘Africa’ is
Poverty and starving kids
Indigenous people seen as oddities
The only things that portrayed by media photography
I’m going deep, I’m fed up of ‘em thinking this a mockery
The comedy is what is displayed is straight hypocrisy
Then see them over-pushing agendas about equality
Well, I might be martyred for exposing such dishonesty
Tired of propaganda and corrupted systems
We got huge potentials but lack people with correct instincts
They try to scam us like one side of the coin Is always missing
Since we tender like they tenants we’ll always end up submissive
Can not fix this
Hook:
Ain’t For the Radio
(Radio, Radio)
This one Ain’t for the Radio
(The Radio, Radio)
Unh, It’s not for the Radio
(Radio, Radio)
Not for the Radioo
Verse 3:
There’re times I don’t know what lessons
I am to gain and if experiences matter I’m experiencing pain persistently
Who’s to blame?
I cut the complains cause grown man
See no point of them pointing fingers in vain
I
Stress on age seeing my age-mates made it
Acceptance is what I learn cause the tables turning daily
Point of no return till I make it
The bridges burn and I cremated my past to Earn the cake or Imma go bake it
Anyways
Legend in the making is paving way
For the children in they rainy days
You’ll be okay some day
But Don’t forget to pray, It’s all I can say
And On a stanza with simpler rhymes
The real gon’ still relate
Like my hommie victor said 'Everyone has a different route
Everyone had a way that they were raised'
This Maybe someone else’s time but yours is on the way
You’ll be amazed how aligned it gets like grains of maize
I put all love in music for I am a loner
I isolated myself from the world like it’s Corona
Too obsessed with real love so I’d stay solo ‘round the corners
I like girls but not as Casanova
Not my persona
Personalities got nothing to do with being bipolar
Mood swings ain’t for Afro soldiers
Where I’m from, they’ll term ya “grown up”
When you show none even when the world is On your shoulders
You should be sure ya crown up hold ya head up as some king cobra
My music passion is doper
The one for fashion is over
Cause everyone behind the cannons
A Pro posers, Girls at Fashion Nova
Loads of Fugazis Yeezy tryna-be’s
But sadly they Willy Wonkas
It’s like the breeze
Came with controversial content You ain’t encountered
This is the Fate of all the counterfeits
It’s simply how to paint a canvas
That can hit home from here to Kansas
It’s what it is
They say it’s comeback of the Hip Hop Culture
