Piece 4 Peace Priddy Ugly
"Piece 4 Peace" by Priddy Ugly, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-reflection, resilience, and the quest for inner peace amidst life's struggles. The lyrics convey a deep sense of vulnerability and growth, supported by a smooth, melodic beat and introspective flow. Its relatable message resonates with listeners, contributing to its cultural significance in the South African hip-hop scene.
[Verse 1]
I don’t know many men that can rap from the heart
Puttin’ pen to a pad is an art
As a kid I was stabbed at the park
My heart is as black as the dark
You bitches sound like cats when you bark
Let’s take it back to the start
I’m spittin’ only facts in the bars
We die for this passion of ours
I need more racks in the cart
About to get a plaque, fuck a chart
I can tell you don’t know how it feels to have a gun to your head
Older sister took a gun to the chest
It punctured her lung through her flesh
For her phone, almost plunged to her death
Real life not a stunt on the net, ooh
Therе’s majita from the streets in the East
Who targeting thе keys to your peace
So, pops kept a piece for his peace
Never kept that piece out of reach
Since a teen pops would sleep with his piece in his sheets
So it kept my mama on her knees while he sleeps
Mama always told me to believe in my dreams
When homies in my team won’t believe what I seen
Can’t believe he was turned to a meme on a screen
Sounding “Priddy Ugly” on this Mash beat
Because the city love me, I need money like a athlete
Could’ve been a baller, ntwana yami, had a bad knee
Need my granny to touch a Grammy ‘fore my gran leaves
I don’t know many men that can rap from the heart
Puttin’ pen to a pad is an art
As a kid I was stabbed at the park
My heart is as black as the dark
You bitches sound like cats when you bark
Let’s take it back to the start
I’m spittin’ only facts in the bars
We die for this passion of ours
I need more racks in the cart
About to get a plaque, fuck a chart
I can tell you don’t know how it feels to have a gun to your head
Older sister took a gun to the chest
It punctured her lung through her flesh
For her phone, almost plunged to her death
Real life not a stunt on the net, ooh
Therе’s majita from the streets in the East
Who targeting thе keys to your peace
So, pops kept a piece for his peace
Never kept that piece out of reach
Since a teen pops would sleep with his piece in his sheets
So it kept my mama on her knees while he sleeps
Mama always told me to believe in my dreams
When homies in my team won’t believe what I seen
Can’t believe he was turned to a meme on a screen
Sounding “Priddy Ugly” on this Mash beat
Because the city love me, I need money like a athlete
Could’ve been a baller, ntwana yami, had a bad knee
Need my granny to touch a Grammy ‘fore my gran leaves
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