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{"id":187680,"created_at":"2020-12-01 01:03:42","updated_at":"2021-04-03 08:42:38","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2020-12-01 01:03:42","original_id":null,"artist_id":76498,"title":"016 (Untold Stories)","slug":"016-untold-stories","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Artist: Abe Thobela\r\nSong: 016 (Untold Stories)\r\nAlbum: 2020 Vision Freestyles\r\n\r\nVerse\r\nThey know none, my homie they know none\r\nWe had to use the stove oven for the cold night\r\nWe went to bed early, man we had no lights\r\nI been patiently waiting to get it my whole life\r\nMiddle of the night thinking of a way to survive\r\nThinking of the death homies who had dreams to be alive\r\nFrom a place you call an ambulance but it never arrives\r\nThey wishing we die, I swear this is where the devil reside\r\nAll the things I seen will leave you traumatized\r\nWonder if the Lord hears your prayers looking in the sky\r\nFellas playing dice to have a plate for the night\r\nLittle girls sleeping with older man hoping to make it out\r\nClothes is all old and torn, Fellas is showing off\r\nBalling more and more while I\u2019m broke and all\r\nThey kill you for a smoke, do anything to be dope\r\nYou either choose fuck up a vein or blow a nose\r\nFor the money, the power\r\nThey sold guns, the powder\r\nHome of the brave is\r\nNever a place for \u2018em cowards\r\nIf you see them on corners, they prolly chilling with choppers\r\nMapping the plan, better pray for them mothers and daughters\r\nThe good book, can somebody call in the author\r\nThe black skin suffer from every disorder\r\nMy mom told me I\u2019ll see everything as I grow up\r\nEverything I seen made me to grow tough\r\nHottest chick on the block, now she a zombie\r\nNyaope is killing all my homies\r\nPolitician, we see them on elections only\r\nVaal triangle 016, that\u2019s my story\r\nThe story is never been told, the history never been shown\r\nThe younglings living as old, with dreams of getting the gold\r\nDeny me, nah you can\u2019t at all\r\nThe block count on me to be to giving hope\r\nI got songs to sing to along, message you depending on\r\nNever been to church in while but the verse is blessing y\u2019all\r\nLearnt to be staying strong, daily been praying more\r\nThe threw stones and I used them as a stepping stone\r\nWhether you love it or hate it, I\u2019m going out to get it\r\nA king momma has said it, against everything stressing me\r\nFrom the street session to making songs for the nation\r\nBeen working and hoping everybody makes it\r\nWatch the Fellas is jealous, the haters never gonna tell us\r\nTelling the cops to catch us, don\u2019t want us getting the cash up,\r\nYou wanna get it then get up, watch the plan they set up\r\nI\u2019m out to get it make sure my mom is better\r\nFrom stick ups to shoot outs, I seen all that\r\nNah, I couldn\u2019t point her, they shot her at point blank\r\nDidn\u2019t recognize the Fellas, they dressed in all black\r\nParents burring kids and it\u2019s so sad","download_count":52,"play_count":11,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":2,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-03","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5fc\/579\/d50\/thumb_574152_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}

Song Lyrics:

Artist: Abe Thobela Song: 016 (Untold Stories) Album: 2020 Vision Freestyles Verse They know none, my homie they know none We had to use the stove oven for the cold night We went to bed early, man we had no lights I been patiently waiting to get it my whole life Middle of the night thinking of a way to survive Thinking of the death homies who had dreams to be alive From a place you call an ambulance but it never arrives They wishing we die, I swear this is where the devil reside All the things I seen will leave you traumatized Wonder if the Lord hears your prayers looking in the sky Fellas playing dice to have a plate for the night Little girls sleeping with older man hoping to make it out Clothes is all old and torn, Fellas is showing off Balling more and more while I’m broke and all They kill you for a smoke, do anything to be dope You either choose fuck up a vein or blow a nose For the money, the power They sold guns, the powder Home of the brave is Never a place for ‘em cowards If you see them on corners, they prolly chilling with choppers Mapping the plan, better pray for them mothers and daughters The good book, can somebody call in the author The black skin suffer from every disorder My mom told me I’ll see everything as I grow up Everything I seen made me to grow tough Hottest chick on the block, now she a zombie Nyaope is killing all my homies Politician, we see them on elections only Vaal triangle 016, that’s my story The story is never been told, the history never been shown The younglings living as old, with dreams of getting the gold Deny me, nah you can’t at all The block count on me to be to giving hope I got songs to sing to along, message you depending on Never been to church in while but the verse is blessing y’all Learnt to be staying strong, daily been praying more The threw stones and I used them as a stepping stone Whether you love it or hate it, I’m going out to get it A king momma has said it, against everything stressing me From the street session to making songs for the nation Been working and hoping everybody makes it Watch the Fellas is jealous, the haters never gonna tell us Telling the cops to catch us, don’t want us getting the cash up, You wanna get it then get up, watch the plan they set up I’m out to get it make sure my mom is better From stick ups to shoot outs, I seen all that Nah, I couldn’t point her, they shot her at point blank Didn’t recognize the Fellas, they dressed in all black Parents burring kids and it’s so sad

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