Never a line that we cross
Never a sign that we seek
Never a time to be soft
Never rely on the streets
Better with time, better refined
Better when I'm at my peak
Better recline for the show
I was in town for the week
She wasn't happy to see me
Stayed overnight for composure
Days turn to night when you sober
I'm chasing light like it's over
The memory stored, my energy's worn
The enemies call and I click

If I am a product of all of my idols
Who came up before me in search of survival
Who broke down the barriers, chasing the title
And bled from the soul, left their story on vinyl
Then surely
Nami ngiyakwazi
Sonke siyakwazi
Themba nolwazi 
Even when weekend is over
Still in the vision of cobras
Still the Doritos on shoulders
Pick up pieces by my lonesome
Jump on the stage while picturing everyone naked
People just say shit
But that ones my favourites
Think we one and the same

I have a buddy that couldn't believe in himself. Imposter he must be
See in high school it wasn't as easily felt. Most likely to succeed
But a quote in a yearbook is nothing
If you can compare it to social dysfunction
Like staring down barrel that's cocked and is busting
He overlooked hours he clocked as an artist
External validation where he lost sight

Not playing the victim it seems
Hesitating when the work right
Questioning everything
Paranoid that he's fraud like
Nervous bout what they can see
Burning grass roots, on his herbal life
I'm not talking pyramid schemes 
Pre-chorus
Never a line that we cross
Never a sign that we seek
Never a time to be soft
Never rely on the streets
Better with time, better refined
Better when I'm at my peak
Better recline for the show
I was in town for the week
She wasn't happy to see me
Stayed overnight for composure
Days turn to night when you sober
I'm chasing light like it's over
The memory stored, my energy's worn
The enemies call and I click.
Chorus

If I am a product of all of my idols
Who came up before me in search of survival
Who broke down the barriers, chasing the title
And bled from the soul, left their story on vinyl... 
Then surely
Nami ngiyakwazi
Sonke siyakwazi
Themba nolwazi 
Even when weekend is over
Still in the vision of cobras
Still the Doritos on shoulders
Pick up pieces by my lonesome
Jump on the stage while picturing everyone naked
People just say sh*t
But that ones my favourites
Think we one and the same
Verse 2
How do we walk around downplaying victories, highlighting miseries often eclipsed
I'm talking a disproportion of 100 yeses to no's that don't really mean sh*t

I'm talking bout the delusion of chasing perfection when flaws are what sharpen the
gift
I argue the myth that surrounds being genius is one of the reasons uncertainties live
It's kinda laughable... and pompous
My brain thinks you're tryna negate me
Like you don't have your own problems
Like you spend all time tryna phase me
I hear you clap, come off as Patronizing
Top of that, all of the sacrifices
Put on back burner, but appetite for numbing facts....
Is often my act of kindness
Relax....
The time put in between A, B and C alone is evidence enough
Whether or not I call my own bluff
That's cos believing ones greatest doesn't feed anxieties as much
Let's say you're not as good as they claim... you cant be as bad as what's suggested
by your brain on any given day
So Work while you're scared. And Work while you doubt. 
Imposter Syndrome
Never a line that we cross
Never a sign that we seek
Never a time to be soft
Never rely on the streets
Better with time, better refined
Better when I'm at my peak