Hood Visa ft. Hobbes Duende & Vic Muthama Lyrics

Hey, listen

When something is born, man

It's brought into existence

You know, but it doesn't stop there

Because born is a process

It's phases of development

You know, we go through three trimesters

To be born physically

And spend the rest of our lives

Being born again into better versions of ourselves, or not

So we gotta knowledge that equality

You know we gotta be aware that wherever we're at

Is just a platform for that next chapter in our book of life

Ya dig? So what you gonna write about

Yeah You ain't come up like we did

(Hauku, hauku)

No no no you ain't come up like we did

(Vile sisi, vile sisi)

You get a different America depending on your colour and passport

(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)

And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door

Who we praising we hell raising

Our parents invented our struggle

We felt hatred, shell casings

Rround Tamir and Antwon

Yutes that fell from pale faces

Cooked up coke up it smell fragrant

Free lunch had a stale flavour

We still ate it though

Mom made tapes off the radio

She tried to shoot my dad

What we supposed to tell neighbours, yo

It's really a funny story

And nothing was hunky-dory

All 3 of us were raised different

Section 8 niggas

Roller blading in these streets of rage

Eating pizza in hate's kitchen

Coming home late, I'm trying not to wake niggas

Climbing on my roof to get in my room

Scraped skin, my face twitching

Electric cut the summer before I bounced

The year was 2000, I don't remember the amount

My father drunk stumbling in the house

And punching me in my mouth

I had to do for my self

Who could of helped

Became ruthless as hell

Caught between a booth or a cell

That was my tipping point

Turned from ball points to hollow points

14 years old

Clapping at niggas on road

14 years old

Had to find a way in through the back door

Different colour money and passports

Getting more than we asked for

You ain't come up like we did

(Hauku, hauku)

No no no you ain't come up like we did

(Vile sisi, Vile sisi)

You get a different America depending on your colour and passport

(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)

And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door

You ain't come up like we did

Oh no no no you ain't come up like we did

You get a different America depending on your colour and passport

And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door

Youthful arrogance had me feeling invincible

Denise gave me my temper but made sure that I was sensible

Until I started fighting at school

She slapped the principal

No one could believe that shit, yo it was wild

The 90s was a hell of a time

I was a child

It's difficult trying to talk about my parents and smile

But what can you do

That's how I'm wearing it now

Me and my father started speaking

But we aware how it sounds

Aint that some shit

The Raptors won the chip right after my mom passed

I aint speak to none of her family, fuck that

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un

Ma'salaama my momma was gone too soon

We aint speak for a year before she past but I'll hold that L

Theres somethings I'm still sitting on that I could never tell

Maisha ni ngumu

Na usi sahau ku ongea na mungu

Kwasababu atakupatia nguvu

Na usi trust mtu, usi trust mtu