Survivors Guilt

Couldn't move home cos of apartheid

Barely met my sister cos of apartheid

Hardly know my brother cos of apartheid

Then I got the message that my dawg died

But that's a different story, different archive

Even tho it killed me

It's not mines to tell

But my publicist told me it's mines to sell

And they still question me why I rebel

I buy them what they want

Cos that's survivors guilt

I even paid her bail

I'm not built for this

Cos the night she got arrested

She showed me pictures of her son

She was just fucking on the homie

I couldn't leave that kid alone

That's that single mother child in me

But I was all good

They were growing up in poverty

I was on holliday cosplaying a kid from the township

Showed my white privilege

When I bought daja in ounces

Then we went to Maxhomozeni

Man I still can't pronounce it

Nqaba showed me the lifestyle

Tricks of the trade

That's when Velvet got made

Survivors guilt, survivors guilt

Survivors guilt, survivors guilt

I buy them what they want

Cos that's survivors guilt

Raw emotions, mixed with Hennessy and pride

My father lost his innocence through genocide and I?

Grew up on easy street

I've never seen my homies die

I've never seen my homies killed

Seen all my homies cry

See my birthright and my siblings

We're not the same

So that distance between us always remains

Decades in trying to bridge the gap

Junior said you're just lucky, simple as that

Junior said you're just lucky, simple as that

Junior said you're just lucky, can't stand the fact

Junior said you're just lucky, that's where I'm at

(That's where I'm at)

I buy them what they want

Cos that's survivors guilt

I buy them what they want