(Verse)
Lemme tell you bout my hood, the MP
The gangster capital of CPT
Where Hip Hop runs through our blood and veins
EmCeein and graffiti'in releases all the pain
Not everyone who grabs the mic will know to spit
Cause being one with Hip Hop takes real talent
I wanna murder every emcee in here lyrically
But I can't cause my Abba Father's watching me
So all I do is speak love and bring peace
Threat everyone equal with the blessings I release
When music stops what is left for me thereafter?
To head to the sky and see my heavenly Father
Blessed with the gift of music so I'm destined for greatness
Many people fail, cause what they lack is patience
Success is not an option it's all in the mind
And to get to this point mentally is gonna take some time
(Hook)
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
(Verse)
Now I love my hood because its stupid beautiful
Even though every day there is a funeral
But I don't agree with people thinking that it's brutal
And to backup my statement you can check with Google
Hate all you want but this the origin of CPT talent
The only you don't hear it cause our mentors are absent
So a youngster runs to gangsterism and that a habit
And to break free from this is gonna be a real challenge
Every year that goes by the streets get worse
Cause every time there's a youngster leaving in a hearse
But the salvation of the street lies in the church
And to make a change it's gonna start with me first
So Ima speak the trust and spread positivity
From the streets to Pollsmoor Correctional fertility
So let us be a hood, help, and not break down
And uplift every ghetto right here in Cape Town
(Hook)
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from
C'mon (x4)
Now lemme tell 'em where I'm from