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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riky Rick
Riky Rick
Performer
Mas Musiq
Mas Musiq
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rikhado Makhado
Rikhado Makhado
Composer
Themba Sekowe
Themba Sekowe
Composer
Thabo Martin Ngubane
Thabo Martin Ngubane
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Riky Rick
Riky Rick
Producer
Mas Musiq
Mas Musiq
Producer
DJ Maphorisa
DJ Maphorisa
Producer
Howard
Howard
Producer

Lyrics

Six million ways to die, choose one This land is still, my home This land is still, my home Out by a shanty, where the dust hangs high Far from a river where things grow green The flowers weep and they lean away From the blood stained soil beneath my feet Uh, all this pressure gon' be the death of me Fake love killin' my energy I been thinkin' about the memories Pour some liquor for all my enemies Pour some liquor for all my dead homies R.I.P I'll see you there homies I pray I meet you at the crossroad Sooner or later only God knows (only God knows) What it do though? (Do though?) I never thought I'd pull up in a two door I was rapping for fun but now it's fruitful When fruitful, also come with brutal Sometimes I feel like I wanna leave it If I leave then who they gonna believe in? How they gonna receive it? Or do they even need it? I tried to bend my knees But my knees were already bent I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now I called to my God but he was sleeping on that day I guess I'll just have to depend on me, oh (Yeah, uh) Reminiscing about the hard times I know I'm living on borrowed time I'm the greatest of all time But I'm tired and I wanna put the ball down, eish Mama told me, "Look where you are now" uh If you leave it, Riky we all down, yeah If you leave it, Riky we all suffer, eish That kinda pressure is a motherfucker Why did it have to be me? (Why did it have to be me?) Red eyes, mi can't see (red eyes, mi can't see) Late nights, mi can't sleep (late nights, mi can't sleep) These days, mi can't weep (these days, mi can't cry no more) Sometimes I feel like I wanna leave it If I leave then who they gonna believe in? How they gonna receive it? Or do they even need it? The cool September blows the seeds away The harvest blown again this year But I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall hold my body down This land is still my, my home This land is still my home This land is stil my home
Writer(s): Askold Buk, Susan Elizabeth Didrichsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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