Survivor's Guilt

Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed I wonder how, I'm surviving still Growing up is a trap, chale life is real See my boys in the hood Demma life no good But at least dem dey They alive so cool Ɔmo sɔre anopa a Nothing dem dey do Nothing dem get win so nothing dem go lose And my homies say Life is hard So when I complain About this path They say I'm insane At least I have a dream At least I'm on the scene At least I went to school Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed I wonder how, I'm surviving still Growing up is a trap, chale life is real See my cousin dey Kumasi wey Nanidasoɔ nyinaa ne sɛ ɔbɛ kɔ aborɔkyire But ein poppy dey Job for london wey Connection man fees no e no fit pay That used to be me Way back oh hwɛ Poppy tell me say My passport set Sɛ me dii akyire a nka me da so retwɛn Word to Krack yɛ de aborɔkyire adaadaa me pɛn Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed I wonder how, I'm surviving still Growing up is a trap, chale life is real Na waben sene wo nso wantumi ankɔ school Nyɛ asoɔden nti oh in house no good Sika ho yɛ den paa so in ride no move Ɛnɛ wo yɛ doctor ɔhyɛ lotto booth All the homework wey e do for you Like you for repay but what you go do Cos e no be say you fit give am car Or give am house all you have be love Some your paddy dey force but e no dey pay His mums is sick, his girl is late Still in vim be high, still e tell you say E go be, disbelief as you spy ein face Cos you know at night, he dey drown in tears Hard worker, still he behind his peers Chale wo nim paa, e dey hide in fears E dey die inside, e dey count in years Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed I wonder how, I'm surviving still Growing up is a trap, chale life is real Koo kyei awu, azɔɔlɛɛ awu Amaru awu ice cube awu After all ive seen still me kura mu Cue adey here still ɛboro me so oh kwaku Just last two years I saw Gucci go Broke my heart touched my soul Lord take control lord keep my friends Only joy I have he in heaven somewhere Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed I wonder how, I'm surviving still Growing up is a trap, chale life is real The trauma of being the only one who made it And still not making enough to help everybody out To put food in everybody mouth And when you say it sef everybody doubts They look at you like you the wickedest bro Cos you know that they've been through and so Even though you worked hard for things and your wealth You feel bad for doing good for yourself Survivor's Guilt