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Late Hunters (Abazingeli Abasemva) by vuyolwethu

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Late Hunters (Abazingeli Abasemva) by vuyolwethu - Spaza Rap / Emotional Street Poetry music cover art

Late Hunters (Abazingeli Abasemva)

Spaza Rap / Emotional Street Poetry

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Tarska, si puma ebunyamene, si kange lukanya, We were chasing dreams nobody could see.
Late hunters, but we never lost the mission.
Dandibale kenva kwe pupa, Ixesha lingandi lindanga. Abanye bafika kukala, mnandafundo kunyamezela.
Di peta manche bafila keleyo, mngapagati enlizwen. Dinguma pandle, kod bimfazwe, kumoyawam ngapagati.
Bati ushiwe likesha, kodwa andizange dipele. Nukuba inlela inde amanyatelo, amasandihambisa.
Abazingeli abasemva… kodwa xa sifika, zingela impumele. Kubi intagaya ksasaitse tukuba, yonibaba kezululon.
Bila shegel wezi zinto, onda la shegel wangabandu. Kodwa ndafumana mandla, pakati kwentuzam.
Umflaba wanfundi sugu, bandingate mbeli kwitamsanga. Daka igamwa ngezandla, ezazi kwela mangeba.
Silent nights told me louder than words, every bruise a chapter no one heard.
I'm digging deeper where the sunlight hides, late hunters moving with quiet strides.
Late hunters, chasing after what's unseen. We're crafting futures from broken dreams.
The clock might mark, but we bend time slow. Turning every loss into something we grow.
I was late to the race, but I studied the road. Carrying pain in shadows never showed.
They saw my silence, called it defeat. But storms were shaping the fire beneath my feet.
Lost friends, dark hours in my mind's fight. Yet every scar paints courage in the night.
I'm not behind, just walking a new line. Some seeds burst open when the world resounds.
Invisible chains broke beneath my skin. In quiet wars, that's where strength begins.
No need to rush when the heart decides. We're late hunters, but the pride survives.
Late hunters, chasing after what's unseen. We're crafting futures from broken dreams.
The clock might mark, but we bend time slow. Turning every loss into something we grow.
I'm not behind, just walking a new line. Some seeds burst open when the world resounds.
In quiet wars, that's where strength begins. No need to rush when the heart decides.
Late hunters, chasing after what's unseen. We're crafting futures from broken dreams.
The clock might mark, but we bend time slow. Turning every loss into something we grow.
I'm not behind, just walking a new line. Some seeds burst open when the world resounds.