Motsotso Nyana

The last days approaching, are you ready? So much fake these days, where is the truth? False prophets, with alive niggas in a coffin Where the miracles at now when a nigga coughing? I could go all day, but aint no point in that? Put the focus on me, cause I am not a saint I'm a broken canvas yearning for some paint I could have it way worser than I have it now For that I am thankful, I'm getting a handful It's more than enough, cause down the road Prolly somebody who never seen none So I'ma cherish this time, aint no point in complaining Build an ark for my people, for when you bringing the rain in How we get so lost, and start to blame you Things we doing to the church so shameful You said you'll take me as I am Here I am, broken man Here I am, broken man Sebaka nyana se Le motsotso nyana o Sebaka nyana se Le motsotso nyana o