Its like, when you’re born, usually, you’re born into a dynasty or an empire right? You’re born as a Junior, you know, following your father’s footsteps. “Your father did this, oh your grandfather did this”, or the family heirlooms, theres none of that in the outer city. I call it the outer city because we’re left out. There no nothing, we don’t get any family heirlooms, the family crest. All that stuff you think thats so important was meaningless. Our family crest was cotton, you know what I’m saying? Man, its like, the only think we can leave behind is culture, is music, you know, and... dignity and... determination. Thats what we have... Fitxa odju imagina aboh na palco La di baxu x pikenas salto alto Manos ki sa ta kurti sta na canto Ko fadiga letra scrito mes a tras pan poi na album Agoh sa li ta odja reaçon di kada rostu Pa nu marca noti dodu ka podi perdi fotu Pan ka skeci di nha letras nka podi perdi focu Pan impressiona xis cabessa ki ka sa ta intendi logu Ago nu podi ben toka na assunto Na show moda keli mi nten ki poi letra profundo Sa odja uns pa li spantado, otu sa ta sigui letra ma ten uns ki ka sa kurti di manera ki nsa atrai mundo Pamodi Frede se fazi magia, rostu xatiado xan dou rimas ki teni alegria Ka ta intendi mo kes ta consigue poi odio na vida Inveja poi socios ta briga, so pamoh nsa ganha ben na vida Es ka nen odja problemas ki nstaba so ta infrenta Es ka nen odja disculpas ki nstaba so ta inventa Pamodi planos ka daba na kel primero, segundo, tricero, quarto, kinti bes ma inda sime nsa tenta Familia goci e pokus ki nsa ta comprimenta Ka sa parodia es tempo pamodi nsa concentra Enquanto sa lida ku acuzasons kes sa ta inventa Ma nka sa fadiga pamoh di kela nka sa lamenta Velha sa li ta perguntan kuze kin sa ta ganha Se ka dinhero bu ka sa aproveta bu fama Fans ta ben fans ta bai nen ko mesti stranha Es moku so fitteros, nton podi ba ta prendi ses manha Ago kuze ki sa ta ben ajudan ti txiga riba Kuze pa pon concentra li sen num disvia Txeu turbulencia na caminho pan ben tenta skiva Keli mereci um trofel mo kin nta bai na micra Inimigos tudo djan tenes na mirra Passos kes sa da mo Ke sa respira Sempri staba alerto, pan podi ivita More money more problems ma nka akredita Longi confuzon pa ka da aznera Lonji di fakes ki kre sta nha bera Imagina stragu oh ki avion atera Ninhum madafoka ka sa pon barera E kuze nta xinti E kuze nta xinti E kuze nta xinti E kuze nta xinti E kuze nta xinti I feel as though I’m cheated because, instead of me full filing my prophecy, I have to start. Instead of me carrying it and do a good job, I have to build it. And that’s a hell of a job for a 21 years old. You know what i’m saying, thats a hell of a job for any youngsters. Male or female, to have to build an empire for your family. Because this world is such a hum.. and when I say this world, I mean it, I don’t mean it a ideal sense of.... I mean it as in everyday, every little thing you do, is such a “give me, give me, give me.l, everybody back off”. Its like everybody back in school, everywhere! You wanna be successful?, you wanna be like Trump? “Give me, give me, give me! Push, push, push, push! Step, step, step! Crush, crush, crush! Thats how it all is... its like, nobody ever stop! You know, i feel like, for us to be on our own two feet, for us, I mean like, the youth, black people or however you wanna take it though. For us to be on our own two feet, we do need help! Because we have been a good friend, and now its like you have a good friend that you never lookout for. Because everybody needs help on their way to be a little self reliant.....