Pot Of Gold (feat. Soko Matemai & Kriss Newtone)

When I look around, I dream of going away Just to find a place or time where things are going my way And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim Soul told me do better, so that's what I better do Even when it comes at the expense of my revenue I'm just another brother on the streets Trynna raise his commas up like apostrophes And train my thoughts to follow a train of thought Think outside the box before I'm down in a box Resolutions I keep secret in the back of my mind For they could steal your vision thus robbing you blind We just Zim scallies with American dreams Living skint but in our beans, we living it big Mama told me it's either six feet or the top spot I'm trynna make it out the pot smoke and tosspots 'Cause life's a test, ndichapasa zama, wangu Nyangwe ndikasapasa, ndenge ndambozama, wangu I was raised with no steak and no bread But was fueled by the hope someday we would stack bread When I look around, I dream of going away Just to find a place or time where things are going my way And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim There's gon be a pot of gold Gogogoi, ndapinda muera Soko Mhizha pakutamba namashoko Top 5 emcees of all time, all hail Oh hell, yeah, I could teach you ndisina kubata choko Chokutanga, do you know what it's like? To lose a bit of yourself to make a sacrifice? To fall down so hard and then get up to fight for something bigger than you? That's why I'm behind the mic I am godsent, God bless the nonsense I raised it already, nobody touching the bar since They scratching the surface, got me singing "Ndiri kuvaviwa" Amai mwana, isu tajaira kushaiwa But we still put the work in, it's working Nzira ine minzwa but we move even if it's hurting Pakutsvaga poto yendarama handikundikane Kana mhuri isina kuguta, handigutsikane Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, uh When I look around, I dream of going away Just to find a place or time where things are going my way And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim There's gon be a pot of gold Yeah A place where a broken bird sings Caged, broke on both wings I really wanna fly, is it fate that I'm stuck in these limbs? Eish, I dont think I've lived since I was just a child, I was closer to the ground And the sound of Mother Nature and the frequency of life Now I'm feeling proud that I'm out my mama house But this paper ain't gon wait up; take a risk and roll the dice Mmh, I love this city but I'm really stuck Is it hustle or a streak of luck? Hit a round and spin the block Clean a glock? Lately, ain't no telling how to get a buck Family doing time I hope you keep in touch See you out, it's really tough Where do I exist on the space-time continuum? Wonder if I at least go back to being a little one Runny nose, running streets, never knowing broke Nobody knows what it is, uncertainty of hope When I look around, I dream of going away Just to find a place or time where things are going my way And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim When I look around, I dream of going away Just to find a place or time where things are going my way And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim There's gon be a pot of gold When I look around, I dream of going away Just to find a place or time where things are going my way And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim There's gon be a pot of gold