Rusangano Family - Kierkegaard lyrics

[Verse 1 – MuRli] The mic's on this time I better be heard I met love but She was gonna get hurt This life choice brought me trouble at church While I'm still trying to convince my mum that it's work Stories I thought I couldn't tell Till I realised lies don't play fair So forget it! It's not a fluke that I made it here So who the hell am I fooling trying to keep it secret While the prophecy had come true over the past year But emotions got the better share Heartbreaks of watching my big bro playing pallbearer Rest in peace to the originator Before we came together under the name you struggle to say I pondered upon the future on a regular day 30 shows later, you could find me doing the same Coz a lot has changed since then but we're still just getting trained [Verse 2 – God Knows] Nowadays every other ten-year-old says to you they're the best MC You can't tell me you're the best if you don't know Chuck D While that might make me public enemy number 1, I still got the Flavor Flav God gave me favour fave, if you don't pay we don't play If you don't pay, we don't play Big man sound haffi come out of my way On a serious note we don't make serious notes So to be a musician was a serious choice Momma didn't like it, daddy didn't like it Aunty didn't like it, uncle didn't like it So guess what, history's made And we're still ain't getting paid This one's for the Irish crowd Who keep old school like the Irish pound I'm a pro, I make pennies from IMRO I can't lie I can't even go Penneys with this bro Rusangano made waves last year They cut my dole because of Snoop last year I thought we would be in LA by now last year We met Ed Sheeran this time last year Gave me and MuRli real advice last year Got played on BBC later that year Guess what my dad still didn't care I'm not a doctor, I'm not a lawyer, to the eyes of my family I'm still a failure I'm not a preacher, I'm not a pilot, to the eyes of my family I'm still a failure Figure that! [Verse 3 – MuRli] I've been thinking of a master plan But all I got is a pen and a mic in my hands As the Indian dance to precipitate the reign Like the 'Agbadja' dance that spearheaded my name When I, dropped the call coz the fam's outside To pick me up to go play live at Lifestyles Where the Cork fans met me rocking a Dutch wax Got my first sound cheque bought a new watch Mark my time and keep it ticking while I rhyme To remind myself why, I had to resign Everybody gotta give up something for something else For better or worse without a chance to rehearse See, the stage's too big till you set foot on it That's why 90% of my friends still doubt me How bad a breath can a mouth conceal And refuse to reveal to the hand that feeds it? Fears of being alone in the days that are dawning 95% of my acquaintances stopped dreaming I'm guessing they don't want to die trying, do you? Only my legacy would tell you what I would do [Bridge] So I heard, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards So they said, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards So they told me, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards And they said, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards [Verse 4 – God Knows] Growing up my parents never listened to ABBA Only Shabba, Mr. lover lover was that number Grew up listening to Ragga, Spragga Benz and Bounty k**er Capleton and Ninja man, Super Cat and Lady Saw Elephant man, merciless was a baddman Growing up you would have thought I was a yard man Back in secondary school nobody knew wagwaan Just a lickkle ode to the king of the dancehall