This Is Home Lyrics

Ganja beats why did you do this Ygen Ah [Verse 1] Do I look like I’m a criminal Just because I’m wearing different clothes Stereotypes make it difficult, I thought society was liberal We the original and aboriginal But what they did to us was despicable Our ancestors probably didn’t know They’d be killing generation indigo But since a embryo in my mother's womb A new release, we was coming soon They hope I’m just another coloured bru With no wife, kids or a honeymoon As a Cape Coloured in South Africa, the society hopes that they collapse and don't succeed and overcome the struggle that are put out for them - they basically just want them to be another statistic as a Coloured male of South Africa that falls under gangsterism, drugs, unemployment and poverty. But YoungstaCPT believes that Cape Coloured people can succeed and surpass the boundaries that are set out by society for them to fail This is something that you need to hear aloud Brown mense, the world is ours But those in power never will allow Us to hold it coz they think we'll burn it down Coz they know that we the flame starters The chosen ones is who we take after We were raised harder and we came conquered Showed middle fingers to the slave master Lord I pray, for all my slaves Every word I say is like Minora blades When I think of all of those who fought and gave their life And aren’t even in the hall of fame Sebago's fuck Dakota's For my soldiers who got their throats cut Slam dunk yeah fuck a donut I took revenge for my oupa Like rah… [Chorus] Pasop, ou kaapie Go bos, go taartie We rof, you thought, we stof But kaantie Pasop, ou kaapie Go bos, go taartie We rof, you thought, we stof But kaantie They ask me if I’m gonna change my name When I’m older and I reach a certain age Ou kaapie Sharp enough to cut you when you shave Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade Uh ou kaapie [Verse 2] Sending this out to my OG’s Who’ve blessed me but they don’t sneeze In Hillbrow they’ve shown me Jozi from the Goldreef Sterk bek I used to pick a fight I wasn’t always on the winning side I came home with a injured eye Now I’m skarreling with mommy’s kitchen knife But now I’m mature, my songs are pure Enforce the law, you horse manure And that means that you horse kak Wash rag, you a los lap One skoot slat jou longs pap I go spring bok jas So I write my lyrics with a wrist guard Blade bars keep the tip sharp Naaiers on me, Campbell So I'm rukking uit the handheld Sorry summer’s been cancelled CPT you can’t spell Better learn all your acronyms Coz I’ma push it to the maximum I’m always putting all the passion in No water but we tapping in I’m a Capetownian African Taking all new applicants And I challenge rappers coz they mannequins And they wanna prove that they masculine But no bra, don’t touch, fuck Facebook, we’ll post up Kanala bru keep your hole shut Coz my goons get your bones crushed Like rah… [Chorus] Pasop, ou kaapie Go bos, go taartie We rof, you thought, we stof But kaantie Pasop, ou kaapie Go bos, go taartie We rof, you thought, we stof But kaantie They ask me if I’m gonna change my name When I’m older and I reach a certain age Ou kaapie Sharp enough to cut you when you shave Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade Ou kaapie Pasop ou kaapie Go bos, go taartie We rof, you thought, we stof But kaantie Pasop ou kaapie Go bos, go taartie We rof, you thought, we stof But kaantie They ask me if I’m gonna change my name When I’m older and I reach a certain age Ou kaapie Sharp enough to cut you when you shave Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade Ou kaapie Ou kaapie Ou kaapie Ou kaapie Ou kaapie Ou kaapie Ou kaapie Ou kaapie [Outro] I've heard this many times Ou Shaak you taking it too personal I say fuck you man tell me take it personal It's your fucking business, this is me