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In Loving Memory
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Hip-Hop/Rap
In Loving Memory was released on May 29, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album I'm Dealing with Problems.
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Release DateMay 29, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toby From 59th
Toby From 59th
Lead Vocals
The Rabbi Himself
The Rabbi Himself
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tumelo Lesie
Tumelo Lesie
Lyrics, Composer
Rabbi Tshiteya
Rabbi Tshiteya
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keketso Mphuti
Keketso Mphuti
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Kaluwe Anele Munyati
Kaluwe Anele Munyati
Producer

Lyrics

Mind on a thread of a cloud but no, I couldn't tell (tell, tell, tell)
Why everything that they tell me it put me through hell (hell, aye)
Why all my people they choose either money or jail (jail, jail, jail)
My little brother believe in me how could I fail? (how could I fail, aye)
Sighing too deeply it's harder to for me inhale
Sinuses weekly, I stress like a brother compelled
Tales I believe about how all my elders prevail
I Anecdote daily, my brother brother need brand new Mercedes
My father mother need plenty priority land
Sed I got the world in my hands, all in the plan
I drew a line in the sand, that I'm gon' meet all your demands, it's all in the plan
I'm pressing digital dash in a car that I don't even have, are you having a laugh?
Anecdote daily, hope poppa know he ain't getting grandbabies
I don't even know how to care for my safety or self
How I'm caring for anyone else?
I threw empathy out of the door, when my uncle put head to the shell
Death it marry me well
I threw empathy out the window, my indoor was starting to smell
Those that carried me fell
I can't take it no more, it's my turn to prevail
Scars and my wounds they were starting swell I can't take it
Pressures amounts to these thoughts, I can't fake it
Ashes to ashes to ashes I hate it
Bury the hatchet or bury my favourite
All of these actions keep testing my patience
Ashes to ashes to ashes I hate it
Bury the hatchet or bury my favourite
All of these actions keep testing my patience
I could blow off a season
Running from wall to wall
I get insane from masking the pain
I'm loving the curses all
I got me the least solutions
You bagging it tough like you carry the answers
Baby you off the season
Baby you vibe is treason
I need a place to bleed
1 litre bottle to carry my spirits when I'm feelin off indeed
Hm Mh Mh Mh
I need me a lot for me
Ma dawg I need a lot for me
Stop it
Made it out the shade but the sun don't cast
Every day's the same but this pain won't last
Can we go somewhere away instead of nowhere fast
In my mind we're washing up inside this warm beach sand
Made it out the shade but the sun don't cast
Every day's the same but this pain won't last
Can we go somewhere away instead of nowhere fast
In my mind we're washing up inside this warm beach sand
Hand to the cause, head to the sky but both of my knees to the floor
Hand to the board, writing conclusions and thesis, I couldn't make sense of it all
How selfish I wanted you living for me
How selfish I didn't consider withdrawal
How selfish to label you coward and weak
How selfish of me trying to take you from GOD
You braver than me Unc, yeah you braver than me, (gunshot)
I couldn't commit
They said you were weak, i just couldn't convince
Especially since i backed out of attempts (pass me the celly)
Fuck you mean Lebo OD'd?
OG just saw him last week
I'm losing sleep
If i don't go to the funeral i might not have to believe it but still
A part of me died when they told me my uncle was gone my dawg, I keep him alive
A part of me died when dawg couldn't take it no more my dawg I keep him alive
A part of me died when they said baby cousin no more my dawg, i keep her alive
A part of me died when mom could give no response my dawg, it's tears to my eyes
I could blow off a season
Running from wall to wall
I get insane from masking the pain
I'm loving the curses all
I got me the least solutions
You bagging it tough like you carry the answers
Baby you off the season
Baby you vibe is treason
I need a place to bleed
1 litre bottle to carry my spirits when I'm feelin off indeed
Hm Mh Mh Mh
I need me a lot for me
Ma dawg I need a lot for me
Written by: Rabbi Tshiteya, Tumelo Lesie
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