Now this right here my story bout life through adolescence
All the hells and all the heavens, all the wins and all the lessons
I remember back in Thabong when my mama started stressing
Cos the taxman started calling wanted all of our possessions
But poppa wouln'd allow it he started to hustle hard
Sometimes I just barely saw him, in house with just me and mom
And the trouble started to double theres arguing night and day
And someone picked up a habit, I noticed the stuyvesant
Package, back in the wardrobe while looking for little change
To go and play the arcades just tryna ignore the pain
Of being black and broke by then that was reality
Where 1 in 4 of your homies dabble in criminality
Actually fate would have it blessings coming like avalanche
Who would've thought my family started in a caravan
New neighbours were hostile calling me kaffir bra
But all that racism ish strengthened my character
Everyday we just go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today will be a good day
We go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today may be a good day
Saturday me and Katez hit the hood, hood, hood
For some fades we just chasing that good good good
Just headed to giovanni's peak into 43
She ain't there well then let it be, I ain't giving up easily
On our way through patch of grass that's hella suspect
All valuables tucked neatly under the nutsack
Cos niggas in camouflage, ready to sabotage
Targeting amateurs, hood life so hazardous
Getting faded, ready for our destination
Katez and Neo, Cape to Rio, our choice of medication
We were the f*ck boys of our generation well that was obvious
Outta control when we're sipping the liquid confidence
Never knew what the future held, it made my heart spin
Hard to be present when you're always walking past tense
Life of a black man it's either death or it's prison
Unknown to Katez and myself we would be victims
Everyday we just go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today will be a good day
We go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today may be a good day
Rain, rain oh rain rain
Rain, rain, oh rain rain
Rain, rain go away come back another day
Rain, rain, raiiiin
I spent some time in a cell I will never forget
The pain it brought to my mother that's my biggest regret
Sometimes things happen and we have no control
But seeing your own mother cry that will torture your soul
And Katez about a decade late he was never ready
On the same patch of grass at homie with machetes
We almost lost our dawg that's what the hood say
The pain last but I'm praying for a good day
I almost my homie that's what I should say
The pain gone now we start to see some good days
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Neo Pitso - Good Day Lyrics
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Now this right here my story bout life through adolescence
All the hells and all the heavens, all the wins and all the lessons
I remember back in Thabong when my mama started stressing
Cos the taxman started calling wanted all of our possessions
But poppa wouln'd allow it he started to hustle hard
Sometimes I just barely saw him, in house with just me and mom
And the trouble started to double theres arguing night and day
And someone picked up a habit, I noticed the stuyvesant
Package, back in the wardrobe while looking for little change
To go and play the arcades just tryna ignore the pain
Of being black and broke by then that was reality
Where 1 in 4 of your homies dabble in criminality
Actually fate would have it blessings coming like avalanche
Who would've thought my family started in a caravan
New neighbours were hostile calling me kaffir bra
But all that racism ish strengthened my character
Everyday we just go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today will be a good day
We go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today may be a good day
Saturday me and Katez hit the hood, hood, hood
For some fades we just chasing that good good good
Just headed to giovanni's peak into 43
She ain't there well then let it be, I ain't giving up easily
On our way through patch of grass that's hella suspect
All valuables tucked neatly under the nutsack
Cos niggas in camouflage, ready to sabotage
Targeting amateurs, hood life so hazardous
Getting faded, ready for our destination
Katez and Neo, Cape to Rio, our choice of medication
We were the f*ck boys of our generation well that was obvious
Outta control when we're sipping the liquid confidence
Never knew what the future held, it made my heart spin
Hard to be present when you're always walking past tense
Life of a black man it's either death or it's prison
Unknown to Katez and myself we would be victims
Everyday we just go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today will be a good day
We go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today may be a good day
Rain, rain oh rain rain
Rain, rain, oh rain rain
Rain, rain go away come back another day
Rain, rain, raiiiin
I spent some time in a cell I will never forget
The pain it brought to my mother that's my biggest regret
Sometimes things happen and we have no control
But seeing your own mother cry that will torture your soul
And Katez about a decade late he was never ready
On the same patch of grass at homie with machetes
We almost lost our dawg that's what the hood say
The pain last but I'm praying for a good day
I almost my homie that's what I should say
The pain gone now we start to see some good days
All the hells and all the heavens, all the wins and all the lessons
I remember back in Thabong when my mama started stressing
Cos the taxman started calling wanted all of our possessions
But poppa wouln'd allow it he started to hustle hard
Sometimes I just barely saw him, in house with just me and mom
And the trouble started to double theres arguing night and day
And someone picked up a habit, I noticed the stuyvesant
Package, back in the wardrobe while looking for little change
To go and play the arcades just tryna ignore the pain
Of being black and broke by then that was reality
Where 1 in 4 of your homies dabble in criminality
Actually fate would have it blessings coming like avalanche
Who would've thought my family started in a caravan
New neighbours were hostile calling me kaffir bra
But all that racism ish strengthened my character
Everyday we just go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today will be a good day
We go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today may be a good day
Saturday me and Katez hit the hood, hood, hood
For some fades we just chasing that good good good
Just headed to giovanni's peak into 43
She ain't there well then let it be, I ain't giving up easily
On our way through patch of grass that's hella suspect
All valuables tucked neatly under the nutsack
Cos niggas in camouflage, ready to sabotage
Targeting amateurs, hood life so hazardous
Getting faded, ready for our destination
Katez and Neo, Cape to Rio, our choice of medication
We were the f*ck boys of our generation well that was obvious
Outta control when we're sipping the liquid confidence
Never knew what the future held, it made my heart spin
Hard to be present when you're always walking past tense
Life of a black man it's either death or it's prison
Unknown to Katez and myself we would be victims
Everyday we just go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today will be a good day
We go our way
Living our lives like we're in the last days
And if tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
We pray that today may be a good day
Rain, rain oh rain rain
Rain, rain, oh rain rain
Rain, rain go away come back another day
Rain, rain, raiiiin
I spent some time in a cell I will never forget
The pain it brought to my mother that's my biggest regret
Sometimes things happen and we have no control
But seeing your own mother cry that will torture your soul
And Katez about a decade late he was never ready
On the same patch of grass at homie with machetes
We almost lost our dawg that's what the hood say
The pain last but I'm praying for a good day
I almost my homie that's what I should say
The pain gone now we start to see some good days
Writer: Neo Pitso
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