Daddy took a fixed loan to fix a broken home
His kids made it through pits you couldn't cope alone
With the fists he could hold his own
Busting lips giving broken bones
With his rib God moulds a clone
You should think before you throw a stone
In a blink they could blow your dome
Many kings get over thrown/throne
It's easy to dip, you should know the code
With the ink many sold the soul
Why they chopping all the trees, they're our totem poles
We got our knowledge from an apple, not the mobile phone
These white sneaks are Post Malone mixed with Norah Jones
How's the meal off the stove if my order's cold?
My wardrobe got clothes like a water show
All this drip, you would think that I bought a boat
I'm try'na iron out this money so there's more to fold
F*ck a plaque, if a niggah can't afford the gold
Attention on your short comings, but ignore your growth
Just know a rope around your throat is not a joke you post
Not brave enough to kill yourself, you sort'a choke
They didn't know that you were fire 'til they saw the smoke
Before he go, I need Hov to record a quote
On a song that I wrote or chorus note
Flow so cold, you would think It was pouring snow
Here's some letters that my 3 year old daughter spoke
(Afrika's ABC's)
Daddy took a fixed loan to fix a broken home
His kids made it through pits you couldn't cope alone
With the fists he could hold his own
Busting lips giving broken bones
With his rib God moulds a clone
You should think before you throw a stone
In a blink they could blow your dome
Many kings get over thrown/throne
It's easy to dip, you should know the code
With the ink many sold the soul
Sometimes a broken home
Makes the dopest poems
The strain keeps you holding on
When all hope is gone
Stoned and in my lowest zone
I wrote my coldest songs
I hope you know the grass is greener where you mow the lawn
How to raise a little girl in bitter world
Mama gave her eyes that pearl
And Daddy did her curls
All that glitters isn't gold
Keep your spirit bold
Keep that twinkle in your eye
The limit's not the sky
Thank you for my God
For my mommy and for my dad
Thank you for food and for mommy and daddy
And please thank you for Fila and GG
Please thank you for God and Jesus
And please, for Aunty Tumi
And for Fila
And for GG
And for Daddy
And for Mommy
And thank you father God for food
And for my pizza
And thank you for Afrika
And for my doggy
And for Mommy Santa and for Daddy Grandpa
And thank you God for the blanky
And to Mommy
And Amen
Priddy Ugly - Broken Home (Afrika's Prayer) Lyrics
Priddy Ugly - Broken Home (Afrika's Prayer) Lyrics
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English
Daddy took a fixed loan to fix a broken home
His kids made it through pits you couldn't cope alone
With the fists he could hold his own
Busting lips giving broken bones
With his rib God moulds a clone
You should think before you throw a stone
In a blink they could blow your dome
Many kings get over thrown/throne
It's easy to dip, you should know the code
With the ink many sold the soul
Why they chopping all the trees, they're our totem poles
We got our knowledge from an apple, not the mobile phone
These white sneaks are Post Malone mixed with Norah Jones
How's the meal off the stove if my order's cold?
My wardrobe got clothes like a water show
All this drip, you would think that I bought a boat
I'm try'na iron out this money so there's more to fold
F*ck a plaque, if a niggah can't afford the gold
Attention on your short comings, but ignore your growth
Just know a rope around your throat is not a joke you post
Not brave enough to kill yourself, you sort'a choke
They didn't know that you were fire 'til they saw the smoke
Before he go, I need Hov to record a quote
On a song that I wrote or chorus note
Flow so cold, you would think It was pouring snow
Here's some letters that my 3 year old daughter spoke
(Afrika's ABC's)
Daddy took a fixed loan to fix a broken home
His kids made it through pits you couldn't cope alone
With the fists he could hold his own
Busting lips giving broken bones
With his rib God moulds a clone
You should think before you throw a stone
In a blink they could blow your dome
Many kings get over thrown/throne
It's easy to dip, you should know the code
With the ink many sold the soul
Sometimes a broken home
Makes the dopest poems
The strain keeps you holding on
When all hope is gone
Stoned and in my lowest zone
I wrote my coldest songs
I hope you know the grass is greener where you mow the lawn
How to raise a little girl in bitter world
Mama gave her eyes that pearl
And Daddy did her curls
All that glitters isn't gold
Keep your spirit bold
Keep that twinkle in your eye
The limit's not the sky
Thank you for my God
For my mommy and for my dad
Thank you for food and for mommy and daddy
And please thank you for Fila and GG
Please thank you for God and Jesus
And please, for Aunty Tumi
And for Fila
And for GG
And for Daddy
And for Mommy
And thank you father God for food
And for my pizza
And thank you for Afrika
And for my doggy
And for Mommy Santa and for Daddy Grandpa
And thank you God for the blanky
And to Mommy
And Amen
His kids made it through pits you couldn't cope alone
With the fists he could hold his own
Busting lips giving broken bones
With his rib God moulds a clone
You should think before you throw a stone
In a blink they could blow your dome
Many kings get over thrown/throne
It's easy to dip, you should know the code
With the ink many sold the soul
Why they chopping all the trees, they're our totem poles
We got our knowledge from an apple, not the mobile phone
These white sneaks are Post Malone mixed with Norah Jones
How's the meal off the stove if my order's cold?
My wardrobe got clothes like a water show
All this drip, you would think that I bought a boat
I'm try'na iron out this money so there's more to fold
F*ck a plaque, if a niggah can't afford the gold
Attention on your short comings, but ignore your growth
Just know a rope around your throat is not a joke you post
Not brave enough to kill yourself, you sort'a choke
They didn't know that you were fire 'til they saw the smoke
Before he go, I need Hov to record a quote
On a song that I wrote or chorus note
Flow so cold, you would think It was pouring snow
Here's some letters that my 3 year old daughter spoke
(Afrika's ABC's)
Daddy took a fixed loan to fix a broken home
His kids made it through pits you couldn't cope alone
With the fists he could hold his own
Busting lips giving broken bones
With his rib God moulds a clone
You should think before you throw a stone
In a blink they could blow your dome
Many kings get over thrown/throne
It's easy to dip, you should know the code
With the ink many sold the soul
Sometimes a broken home
Makes the dopest poems
The strain keeps you holding on
When all hope is gone
Stoned and in my lowest zone
I wrote my coldest songs
I hope you know the grass is greener where you mow the lawn
How to raise a little girl in bitter world
Mama gave her eyes that pearl
And Daddy did her curls
All that glitters isn't gold
Keep your spirit bold
Keep that twinkle in your eye
The limit's not the sky
Thank you for my God
For my mommy and for my dad
Thank you for food and for mommy and daddy
And please thank you for Fila and GG
Please thank you for God and Jesus
And please, for Aunty Tumi
And for Fila
And for GG
And for Daddy
And for Mommy
And thank you father God for food
And for my pizza
And thank you for Afrika
And for my doggy
And for Mommy Santa and for Daddy Grandpa
And thank you God for the blanky
And to Mommy
And Amen
Writer: RICHARDO MOLOI, ANDILE SEAN SEBASTION KHUMALO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group