Dear Listener

{Jimmy's Dad}
I  think in the Family
We  like music
*Clears throat*
Uhhhm
Gospel  mostly, you know‚ in the Family we would sing when we would meet
You  know we would play‚ we would sing you know.. So much so we thought we would have a family choir‚ which we never realized
But I can tell you all our families here, Bloemfontein, you name it. You know‚ We sing when we're together, we sing when we are happy you know
Nna  mo ntlong mo, nna ke motho oa Jazz

{Carol:}
We saw your collection when comin in

{Jimmy's Dad:}
Yaaah‚  no ey.. Uhhmmm and they will tell you, when I'm in the mood, I would wake up at 6 O'clock. Ho re Ba robetse or ha Ba robala, Ha ele nako yaka ea Jazz ke nako yaka ya Jazz

[Verse One: JimmyWiz]

Dear Listener, I hope you relate/
I mean I'm tryna be a star with these writtens and faith/
It's been the coldest Journey, the music's ridden with snakes/
But the ups are Priddy cool and yeah the feelin is great/

Bro's outta rehab, we vibe alot better/
It's almost broke my Fam, see my pops is all fed up/
Mama teary eyed, and my sister is all bitter/
And all I have is music, confiding in songs to get up/

I hope my ex is great, ain speak since we split/
I got a new girl, I'm hoping this here is legit/
I know when times are hard that we hope and we don't Quit/
Cause the music keep me busy and the fighting is never fit/

The game's cold, and being indie is hard/
I miss my nigga, he told me imo be a Star/
I hope you looking down when they smile and call me God/
Cause I'm doin this for us, and imo show em how to bar/

{Kaylo: Chorus}

No you can't put a label on me
(I'm) doing this according to how it's supposed to be
What you know about the Hunger Games? -bet it all on my dreams, my intellect is what you can't keep from me

Dada dada dadada'daidada
Dada dada dadada'daidada

Bet it all on my dreams!

Dada dada dadada'daidada
Dada dada dadada'daidada

According to how I want it to be!

[JimmyWiz: Verse Two]

Dear Listener, I keep looking back/
Man it's crazy how far we came and I'm still cooking crack/
Man I'll tell you my whole story, you'll perceive it through rap/
Conversions with God really make a meaningful chat/

Siege is a father now and priorities change/
Daddy retired too, and I'm feeling the pain/
Of working a nine to five, and just seeking my lane/
Tryna get my sister through school and just dealin with fame/

Watched my nigga' fam part ways, divorce and shit/
We focusing on the money, tryna soar and shit/
Tryna buy houses, we can't afford the whips/
But we waking up every day to support the Rich/

I kinda feel like time is almost running out/
But life is a marathon, I keep running for the doubt/
Imo run it to the end apart from cheering for my team/
I'm still that African boy with that Amarican dream/

{Kaylo: Chorus}

Huuhaa huhahaha huhahaha huh huh huh
Huuhaa haha huhahaha huuhaha huh hah haa
How did we get this far and labeled as psychotic when you're dreams are exotic?
Tell them that I'm going too far-beyond this density where my dreams are infinity