Hood Dynamics, Pt. 2

We raised ourselves

Moms workin' night shifts, pops workin' overtime

We raised ourselves

Single mothers on the rise, cause them **** in denial

We raised ourselves

Joe ke kgoboga on a grind, no boss or promotions

We raised ourselves

We even made ourselves

Pardon me if all I know is war

I'm from a city where we can't keep starving anymore

Diggin' platinums we never even saw

Or for the finger of the woman you adore

Naare o itse how it feels workin' night shift

Knowin' that your life ain't worth a stipend

I'm just lucky I can put it in a song

While people sleep with bellyaches they can't ignore

So now I write a poem like, mxxm tse ke dipone

Botshelo re bo aparetse sesole

Cause we tough but we miss informed

Black child you are cut from a different cloth

We raised ourselves

Moms workin' night shifts, pops workin' overtime

We raised ourselves

Single mothers on the rise, cause them **** in denial

We raised ourselves

Joe ke kgoboga on a grind, no boss or promotions

We raised ourselves

We even made ourselves

Look out, just look out

So incredible

Look out, just look out

Look out, just look out

Look out, just look out

Look out, just look out

We raised ourselves