Diary (Anxiety) - AKA

Kudala ndiku-

Kudala ndikulindile

Kudala ndikulindile

Kudala ndikulindile sithandwa sam'

Sundishiya ndindodwa

Kudala ndikulindile sithandwa sam'

My moments of clarity are far and few between, dear diary, anxiety goes

I can't open up to anybody, they don't know how loud the silence is, reality

Dear diary, I'm losing my religion, my battery's low

Dear diary, I'm getting real close

That's why I'm talking to you and nobody else, dear diary

(Kudala ngikulindiwe)

(Kudala ngiku-)

Lights are on but nobody's home

(Sundishiya ndingodwa)

(Kudala ngiku)

Okay, I cannot live here, I cannot sit still

I cannot rebuild, promises unfulfilled here

I don't want to die 'cause if I go silent, who gon' feed all my children?

Nothing feels real no more

How do I fill this hole in my spirit?

I cannot hear clichés no more

Living my low life

What did you score me?

I was on top of your pyramid, that's when the pastor told me

He cannot program consequences, decisions

I be like "I'm a good Christian

Give big guap

At the robots slide down electric windows

Everyday I walk in your path

How you gon' take two weeks of the best days of my life, then steal it?", shii

Test my faith then test my sane

Personal? Or is it business?

I cannot hide in my crib forever

Tried to tie my hands behind my back so I can't feed familia

I'm gon' do when the pool is greener

Tighten my button and mean mug

This side it's the right time to clean up

Mamacita, since you left me? All of this cash is petty

How can I wear my Rolex and my Giuseppe?

How can I flex so empty?

Do you love or regret me?

(Kudala)

My moments of clarity are far and few between, dear diary, anxiety goes

I can't open up to anybody, they don't know how loud the silence is, reality

Dear diary, I'm losing my religion, my battery's low

Dear diary, I'm getting real close

That's why I'm talking to you and nobody else, dear diary

(Kudala ndikulindile)

(Kudala ndiku-)

Lights are on but nobody's home

(Sundishiya ndindodwa)

(Kudala ndiku)

Okay, I cannot feel no pain

Nothing come close to the way I feel when I go back in my memory bank and I see that frame

That shit burned my brain forever

That's where my whole life changed in the space of 30 seconds

Sunday Papers, character assassination

I cannot put my wife to shame, I pray she rests in perfection

Okay, I get it

Need someone to blame, you sent flames in my direction

But there's no time machine to rewind us backwards

She's gone

We in the present

I gave her everything that I had

How you gon' cap and not even make one phone call to my mom or my dad, after we poured the sand on the casket?

That shit is wack, passive aggressive

Never mind Bheki Cele, he wasn't even on the program

I wrote a speech then took my seat and opened that thing, my name was nowhere, imagine

It's okay, I still got that thing wrapped up in plastic

Classic

One day

My moments of clarity are far and few between, dear diary, anxiety goes

I can't open up to anybody, they don't know how loud the silence is, reality

Dear diary, I'm losing my religion, my battery's low

Dear diary, I'm getting real close

That's why I'm talking to you and nobody else, dear diary

(Kudala ndikulindile)

(Kudala ndikulindile)

Lights are on but nobody's home

(Sundishiya ndindodwa)

(Kudala ndiku)