Crazy World

Yo, it could be work, answer the phone!
Yeah it’s 6am but you’re insomnia prone
8 o’clock, walk in the streets
To the shop you need to eat
So I buy my rice crispies;
That’s the cereal with no wheat
Cause I’m worried about my health
Being young is crazy
But being old is even worse
So I’ve been working out lately!
Regimen to bless, got no time to chill
I’ve got no time to waste
It means I’ve got no time to bill
But I’m sober anyway
These ladies say I’m kinda boring
I’m only hear to perform
So I can’t party with you, darling
I need to be up in the back
Rehearsing the bars that I need to spit
Or up in the VIP if the booking agent’s lit
That’s the shit that I like!
Opportunities — I take ‘em!
Need to do what I love
To stay out of the asylum (quote me verbatim)
And make sure I’m not depressed
So please give me my money
I gave you my passion and you vibed
So don’t be crummy, dummy!
My name is Sam —
«Turpin», like a «turn up» to dyslexics!
You ain’t heard of — me?
Well now you know!
This beat is how I go
And as you listen to my words
Know that these rhymes is how I flow, uh!
Player hater back up!
Voices in my head
Social anxiety; that isn’t what I said!
Or is it mental health?
Damn this world is crazy
There’s some women out there
Just tryna trap men with a baby
And the men committing rapes
Drugging drinks, the girl he takes
I don’t like these humans
Half of them are fakes!
So now what should I do?
Make music, I guess!
I’ll see you after class
We’re gonna vibe
It will be blessed!
Oh snap! People say I’m trippin';
Insensitive with words like the racist Rudyard Kipling
But I never said jack
They just say cause how I look!
Oh well, this is South Africa;
At least I’m not a crook!
But I still need to watch out!
And you do as well —
For the tsotsis and for me
One of the twin sons of Gisèle —
She brought us up in the right way
Staring out the highway
Wondering «who's world is this?»
They say it’s mine but how, Sway?
Everyone’s a blessing
Yeah that’s word to SkyBlew!
Everybody needs a share
I’m ‘bout to write a haiku about
Life in a utopia, a place like Ethiopia!
Nyam’ing on injera, in the clear
Thinking about opening
For your favourite artist —
Yes I’ll make it happen!
This music is my life
And the creative juice I’m tapping
Like I’m Muzi
Making music
It’s the coolest
Like a buddhist
Thought you knew this
Thought you blew this
With Anubis in the haze
Of the drug smoke that you take
When you have a crappy day
I do that pacing up and down
Side to side, ‘till I got it perfect
I’m like a waiter
I be serving
My best work straight to these serpents;
Chew it up and they spit it out
They don’t give no fucks, «why?» «when?» or «how?»
Long as people want your money
They’ll deceive you!
Come on, now!
Player hater, back up!
Voices in my head, woah!
Player hater back up!
Voices in my head
Social anxiety; that isn’t what I said!
Or is it mental health?
Damn this world is crazy
There’s some women out there
Just tryna trap men with a baby
And the men committing rapes
Drugging drinks, the girl he takes
I don’t like these humans
Half of them are fakes!
So now what should I do?
Make music, I guess!
I’ll see you after class
We’re gonna vibe
It will be blessed!