Pot Of Gold ft. Synik, Soko Matemai & Kriss Newtone Lyrics

When I look around, I dream of going away

Just to find a place or time where things are going my way

And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again

But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim

Soul told me do better, so that's what I better do

Even when it comes at the expense of my revenue

I'm just another brother on the streets

Trynna raise his commas up like apostrophes

And train my thoughts to follow a train of thought

Think outside the box before I'm down in a box

Resolutions I keep secret in the back of my mind

For they could steal your vision thus robbing you blind

We just Zim scallies with American dreams

Living skint but in our beans, we living it big

Mama told me it's either six feet or the top spot

I'm trynna make it out the pot smoke and tosspots

'Cause life's a test, ndichapasa zama, wangu

Nyangwe ndikasapasa, ndenge ndambozama, wangu

I was raised with no steak and no bread

But was fueled by the hope someday we would stack bread

When I look around, I dream of going away

Just to find a place or time where things are going my way

And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again

But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim

There's gon be a pot of gold

Gogogoi, ndapinda muera Soko

Mhizha pakutamba namashoko

Top 5 emcees of all time, all hail

Oh hell, yeah, I could teach you ndisina kubata choko

Chokutanga, do you know what it's like?

To lose a bit of yourself to make a sacrifice?

To fall down so hard and then get up to fight for something bigger than you?

That's why I'm behind the mic

I am godsent, God bless the nonsense

I raised it already, nobody touching the bar since

They scratching the surface, got me singing "Ndiri kuvaviwa"

Amai mwana, isu tajaira kushaiwa

But we still put the work in, it's working

Nzira ine minzwa but we move even if it's hurting

Pakutsvaga poto yendarama handikundikane

Kana mhuri isina kuguta, handigutsikane

Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, uh

When I look around, I dream of going away

Just to find a place or time where things are going my way

And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again

But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim

There's gon be a pot of gold

Yeah

A place where a broken bird sings

Caged, broke on both wings

I really wanna fly, is it fate that I'm stuck in these limbs?

Eish, I dont think I've lived since

I was just a child, I was closer to the ground

And the sound of Mother Nature and the frequency of life

Now I'm feeling proud that I'm out my mama house

But this paper ain't gon wait up; take a risk and roll the dice

Mmh, I love this city but I'm really stuck

Is it hustle or a streak of luck? Hit a round and spin the block

Clean a glock?

Lately, ain't no telling how to get a buck

Family doing time I hope you keep in touch

See you out, it's really tough

Where do I exist on the space-time continuum?

Wonder if I at least go back to being a little one

Runny nose, running streets, never knowing broke

Nobody knows what it is, uncertainty of hope

When I look around, I dream of going away

Just to find a place or time where things are going my way

And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again

But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim

When I look around, I dream of going away

Just to find a place or time where things are going my way

And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again

But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim

There's gon be a pot of gold

When I look around, I dream of going away

Just to find a place or time where things are going my way

And I look to the sky, the rain is falling again

But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim

There's gon be a pot of gold