Being Blessed Freestyle

I feel like the letters i write are beef I feel like, I'm over doing it, I'm overthinking instead of trying it I feel like, not the only one I feel like, a dead body sometimes I feel like, pain is increasing on my wall My late sister keep visiting in my sleep and smile at me She said "brother I'm growing up" You better keep it up I feel like, I'm not a human being ohhhh shit I care too much I love too much I cry a river Clearly a lost soul in this gift of life ohhhh lord please In my heart i seek peace, is what need I don't pray too much man you got me I talk 'bout pain on these beats come and touch me Bless me In ma visions, i got big things Hand me in, I'll receive Decease the pain ma feelings A hunger game I'm barely breaking it Prophecy is strange this days they faking it Watch how you talk Re gotxe resena sepe Nou ni phanda xisibi My ma is dood Praat kak jy kray a fast clap On the streets, is Slik talk Escrap le move bouy Motivate your dudes We the revolution of baboons Is what we got from school A plan is to be rich not look rich When you see me take a pic Ngi gezwe nge gazi On this beats, ain't no body is strong as me It's ma pitch, ain't no body can ball like me It's a gift, ain't no body can spit like this Trap kings, kom here, who the hell is this I asked V "make it heavy and strong" He said "tshekkkkkkkkkk saaan, aw'lalhele iRap sbone, k'dala ubala nge grief' Lomjita Uphethe imali, Ng'phethe zam, Ng'phethe zam Uzo'ngiyezan, Uzo'ngiyezan Izam, i meant to say, God ne Dlozi Impressing all this girls without a budget Ujayiva ney'poki Aba khipi amafilter sbone, hay sesi umubi Why ung'beka?, yeah it's Loui Ene ngiya'syazi iSlungu Still a pedestrian, kamo taxi rank bare bitsa magoa I ain't blessed enough, ake go botxi ditori Coz I'm broke ntwana kere akeitse lego pusha Kgotxe ka melatjana Had hopes, iRap izo badala First freestyle nne bare kea dlala And Nou akeba bone go strip club Shit I never went there, is just a sick rhythm Not into fake life, space bar I'm inspired to inspire, so hot with the hooks I used to sing a church choir Last line baritone, skatla kadi tori Hay sisi awuna mahloni V6 set the tone, I'm here to blust the bros Switching flows, do it like a pro It's all about the dough Your mummie on my shoulders She stroking like a hooker I be on my toes, busting on her nose I be on my phone, ord another hoe Honey D tho, she can get a dip throat