Out of Love (feat. Amanda Black)

If they wrote a story that about consistent love

That would be what holds me up and keeps in the clouds

My mama told me way back then when I was young

She said “When you lose your glory, look for who’s gonn’ hold it down”

Hope you find in me what I found in you

That’s a chance yempilo eletha injabulo

Deep down, I know I am good enough

God knows, God knows this is out of love

Bathi uToo much lo lova

But he ain’t got too much to offer

There’s just too much on offer

And too much will off ya

Okay, Note to self

Write hard and bring the notes to self

And know yourself

And don’t ever say no to self

But, please, notice help

But know they only help because they know it helps them

Geen story, gents

But, if you not making the music, homie, you’re the help

I mean, iWaar yiWaar

Hayi alikho elakho, lelo ikwaali klaar

Nithi niyi culture ninyatsa iYano kanti aniyijumpi iJive

So, manje nizojaiva kanjani ningazi iJive iVa?

That’s why I ain’t mad at nobody

Cos nobody turned me into nobody

You cannot claim me. No, buddy

Indaba nani nibuy-a ubuso... No body

But we all love it

And if not you then everybody

You talking groove, I’m missing from every party

You talking broers, I miss everybody

They said to get rid of my bible and fire my therapist

I got rid of my title and grounded the Pegasus

They’re killing their idols, the kids don’t have benefits

Turn kings into martyrs then ziba the evidence

Dear Lord

Anybody but us

Ngiyazi eqinisweni, it’s anybody is us

Any bhari is tough

Kodwa ke, for intwana, if this shit is about hope

Then, please, anybody but Touch

And don't spare me for saying such

We know praying ain't been enough

That boy painting shit with his brush

Must be painful because his art keeps saving a lot of us

And what we do?

Act like asina Angel ehamba ekasi

Well, I'mma say it asase nathi

Before halos and such and such

Before pen and paper is not enough

Ekse

Get your paper but stay in touch

I know you love these ghetto kids

I swear to God, they’ll give it back

Just love the game for what it is

I pray you never need that back

And don’t be mad at nobody

Cos nobody turned you into nobody

They cannot claim you. No, buddy

Just kill, kill, kill, kill. Bodies

As I hold the tears and try to find inhlakanipho

I know my prayers, amandla kudala ngawanikwa

And I tried to carry mans ngale sami isipho

Until my shoulder blades got fucked, you can’t cry on these

The life I lead is of a dying breed

And God bless these rap kids that I’m alive to see

Cos, finally, I’m the final me

And, fuck it, after this I might just leave

If they wrote a story that about consistent love

That would be what hold me up and keeps in the clouds

My mama told me way back then when I was young

She said “When you lose your glory look for who’s gonn’ hold it down”

Hope you find in me, what I found in you

That’s a chance yempilo eletha injabulo

Deep down I know I am good enough

God knows, God knows this is out of love, yeah