Bongi:
6AM and my thoughts run from a realness so thick; the day
And their feet, today, don’t want to fill my shoes
As they gaze into the hands of routine
They breathe their last few words into the channels of sound
That turn humans to gods
Making them unassuming tenants in your daybreak dreams
In that minute they stole you live a new routine
Somebody close, someone to filter the hype
Somebody listening
Nobody said it was easy
It’s hard to undress a façade
And adjust to the light outside
Pedro:
You’re an illusion, just a face in the crowd
A connection to the moment
Caught between a court-side ticket and backstage pass
You know I aim for second coz first dies fast
Check the number of the page in the book
It’s a prelude to the silence
Lifting your eyes up, raising the prize up
Waiting for the flashback, baby, you know who I am
Somebody close, someone to filter the hype
Somebody listening
Nobody said it was easy
It’s hard to undress a façade
And adjust to the light outside
Somebody close (you know who I am)
Somebody (you know who I am)
Somebody close (you know who I am)
Somebody (you know who I am)
Bongi:
6PM and your thoughts run to a realness so thick
Today, in your mind I’ll stay
You have found someone familiar you can call your own
In the words that I sing into the microphone
On the smoke-screens of a censored mind
Rides a pen with the eloquence and the wordsmithry
To find dreams and buy time
Living vicariously on a slate wiped clean
But do you know who I am?
Somebody close, someone to filter the hype
Somebody listening
Nobody said it was easy
It’s hard to undress a façade
And adjust to the light outside
Somebody close, someone to filter the hype
Somebody listening
Nobody said it was easy
It’s hard to undress a façade
And adjust to the light outside