Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waiting is Over, artist - Hip Hop Pantsula.
Date of issue: 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 |