[Intro]
Mahn it's expectations on expectations oh
Stress upon stress, billings upon billings
I'm only just a boy but I feel like I've seen it all, you get?
Like I've been through it all, held the dragon by the tooth and breath fire in its oesophagus
But then I think of those people that don't even have what I've got, you get?
Like those who had a terrible year, those who have never had a good day
Like, all these thoughts dey freaking headache me, no cap
[Verse 1]
I'll be 20 next year (Woah)
Haven't even started my life (Yeah)
Pretty soon, they'll turn on me
And say he won't make it in life (Yeah yeah)
Babe will wanna be a wife
I ain't ready she'll gimme the knife (Normal)
So I'll try and hustle if I can't and you leave
I swear I won't judge it's alright (Right)
Cos that's how it goes it's a cycle
The man stands tall like the Eiffel (Normal)
The man provides like Jesus Christ
Should be written in the Bible
I swear to heavens I'm stressed
Wahala from the East and the West (West)
Then I walk on the streets see homeless kids
I cry in my room cos I'm blessed (Woah, woah)
When they cry for days no water
I cry for FIFA ajebutter
I stress when I'm depressed
Wetin concern them with depressed?
Tears of joy and pain at the same time
I cry and I smile at the same time
If you live in Naija we in strange times
Feeling stressed and blessed at the same time (Yeah yeah yeah)
Because what of the countries they starving, they hungry
Dying of disease like it's end time
What of the kids who got nothing to eat
They school being bombed for the eighth time
No break time, no lunch money
Ducking in school, cos the sky funny
They want education and so does the nation
That's lacking in peace and harmony
And what about Jack who selling crack
You think he love what he do, then you wack
He's paying for school all by himself
Till they kick him out cos the crack didn't sell
Then he gon love what he do
He'd rather make bread outta school
Cos the teachers don't care they don't give a shit
If he dies and he's buried inside of a pit!!
[Interlude]
That's the story of a Pitbull
That's the making of a sick youth
Backstory of the new drug lord
Shine your light, dear God
That's the story of a Pitbull
That's the making of a sick youth
Backstory of the new drug lord
Shine your light, dear God
[Verse 2]
Shine your light, dear God
These happenings happening, hearts they be hardening
Blades they be sharpening, weeding out gardening
Seriously maddening, mentally darkening
People are vanishing, can't lie I'm panicking
Killing no pardoning, kids dey be smartening
Wrong type of smartening, street kinda smartening
Government disheartening
No no no no no no, what should I do should I killey myself?
I could to escape from here, but I do not see how it's being of help
We were told that if you do then you'll end up holed up inside of a hell
If that's how it is I think I'll be fine, so long as I'm leaving to anywhere else
But if I run, the next person's running; of course he is tired and sick of the gunning
And the bodies falling, the blood that is pouring, the holes that they digging for general burning
The shooting the robbing, and kids in the coffins; they no longer live with a dream, they just stalling
I know that my time will come from disease or gun; I'll be ready as soon as the reaper comes knocking, yeah
[Outro]
I know that you can hold on baby
Please try, please try to hold on baby
