Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt
Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed
I wonder how, I'm surviving still
growing up is a trap, chale life is real

See my boys in the hood
Demma life no good
But at least dem dey
They alive so cool
ɔmo sɔre anopa a
nothing dem dey do
nothing dem get win so nothing dem go lose
and my homies say
Life is hard
So when I complain
cbout this path
They say I'm insane
ct least I have a dream
ct least I'm on the scene
ct least I went to school

Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt
Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed
I wonder how, I'm surviving still
growing up is a trap, chale life is real

See my cousin dey
Kumasi wey
Nanidasoɔ nyinaa ne sɛ ɔbɛ kɔ aborɔkyire
but ein poppy dey
Job for london wey
Connection man fees no e no fit pay
That used to be me
Way back oh hwɛ
Poppy tell me say
My passport set
Sɛ me dii akyire a nka me da so retwɛn
word to Krack yɛ de aborɔkyire adaadaa me pɛn

Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt
Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed
I wonder how, I'm surviving still
growing up is a trap, chale life is real

Na waben sene wo nso wantumi ankɔ school
Nyɛ asoɔden nti oh in house no good
Sika ho yɛ den paa so in ride no move
ɛnɛ wo yɛ doctor ɔhyɛ lotto booth
all the homework wey e do for you
like you for repay but what you go do
cos e no be say you fit give am car
or give am house all you have be love
Some your paddy dey force but e no dey pay
His mums is sick, his girl is late,
Still in vim be high, still e tell you say
E go be, disbelief as you spy ein face
Cos you know at night, he dey drown in tears
Hard worker, still he behind his peers
Chale wo nim paa, e dey hide in fears,
E dey die inside, e dey count in years

Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt
Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed
I wonder how, I'm surviving still
growing up is a trap, chale life is real

Koo kyei awu, azɔɔlɛɛ awu
amaru awu ice cube awu
after all ive seen still me kura mu
cue adey here still ɛboro me so oh kwaku
just last two years I saw Gucci go
broke my heart touched my soul
lord take control lord keep my friends
only joy I have he in heaven somewhere

Sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt
Me hu me mates abrabɔ a my vibe is killed
I wonder how, I'm surviving still
growing up is a trap, chale life is real


The trauma of being the only one who made it
and still not making enough to help everybody out
to put food in everybody mouth
and when you say it sef everybody doubts
they look at you like you the wickedest bro
cos you know that they've been through and so
even though you worked hard for things and your wealth
you feel bad for doing good for yourself.

Survivor's Guilt.