Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Waiting is Over , by - Hip Hop Pantsula. Release date: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Waiting is Over |
| Stop, let me think of this for a minute |
| Bona… |
| I’m cool with this fella, le-go-getter wa go dikena |
| Got cool swagger, make cool smega |
| 'Cause wa bereka, o nna gae |
| Wants his own crib though, ko toropong |
| But only got a certificate, ko parolong |
| He got a wife, bitjienyana a kena dikolotong |
| Stay with life, later die man a phela dicholopong |
| Went to his crib, chill smooth *** ko kamoreng |
| Are Jabba, you’ll never believe gore ke tlo goreng |
| «I got AIDS, dog!» |
| I got played, dog, by my own wife |
| In my mansion I’m a slave, dog |
| This disease got me slashing my arms |
| Even worse, I don’t even know how I’m gon' tell my moms |
| I’m a good guy, dude |
| I work hard, nine to five, why should I die, dude? |
| All I want is to stay alive |
| How will I survive, he whispers down the corridor |
| What had ended all, lesson to work for the |
| And I don’t even know now what I’m living for |
| Eish! |
| (The waiting is over, oh!) |
| The waiting is over |
| Trying to put your weight on my shoulder |
| And when it gets colder |
| I’ll be here to land a hand like a soldier |
| Sometimes life is not that coucher |
| But don’t say I never told ya |
| The waiting is over |
| Trying to put your weight on my shoulder |
| And when it gets colder |
| I’ll be here to land a hand like I told ya |
| Sometimes life is not that coucher |
| But don’t say I never told ya |
| Most brothers sleep walk while providing a wall |
| Stale mate, jail bait, getting caught with they arms |
| If he under 18 he go to court with his moms |
| The black man is invisible in physical form |
| Figure that he dead or he off robbing the store |
| Tryna bake bread, didn’t know the oven was off |
| Hittin' base as hustlin' in Brooklyn New York |
| It’s cliché but It’s cliché when brothers get caught |
| I was self taught to get it, so fortunate and |
| My circumstance with chance was so hidden |
| Pulled up my pants, advance to transform the norm like Louis Armstrong holding |
| a horn |
| By that I mean I trump whoever on |
| My truth is in the booth, that’s from dusk to dawn |
| And all my brothers on the block smokin' *** stay strong (Strong, strong, |
| strong, strong) |
| The waiting is over |
| You back home from doing your time, on the block where you used to grind |
| Standing in front the same shop where you used to buy and use your 9 |
| This time you’ll use your mind |
| I said It’s over |
| You back home from doing your time, on the block where you used to grind |
| Standing in front the same shop where you used to buy and use your 9 |
| This time you’ll use your mind |
| I said It’s over |