November 12 Boy
November 12 Boy
That's me...
That's me...
Well I am that boy
I am that boy, I am that boy
(Leggo...)
November 12 boy
Yes that is me
Born in Pretoria
On a Friday of 1993
Grew up in Sliverton
Then moved back to Eersterust
The house that was built
By my father
With all of his effort
Ebenhaeser
You see that as a cornerstone
On the wall of that same house
Which now
My uncle Lukas
Own
Hans Coverdale Drive
In Eersterust North
Must be like Hollywood
For some
Even my cuzzie lives there now
For me
That's where it all began
But honestly before this
I had just one friend
Where ever he is
I know his blessed manye
La Montagne
In 2001
Then Clapham
I had fun with some homies
And I learned a lot
From other chomies
But that was chopped up like polony
Most cats were pretty phoney
Never hanged with the rich
And i guess my besties were probably lonely
Now you know me
Moved to the West Coast
At the end of grade 9
There was no wasting time
Until I saw the sunshine
Brighter than it's ever been
Changed my life
With all this peace and tranquillity
(I am that boy... I am that boy...)
A whole new mentality
From the hood to the burb
From coloured
I guess I became white
But race
Doesn't define me
I'm defined by Christ
(but I am that boy, I am that boy)
Even though I'm like misfit
I'm still gon' fit in
Made for a purpose
And that's where I'm heading
Skip a line
Add the paragraph
That God has written
Understand that in the lord
I'll find my job description
Yessir you know that
I'm a Christian
(That's me... That's me...)
And wise words
Are often spoken by the least
But never change the most
Those that always boast
But i trust that the Lord's
The greatest host
The banquet that He makes
I can't wait to part-take
Now that I'm 20 years old
I'm simply a product of grace
Strengthen by faith
And blessed with the possibility
He paved
God brings promise
I guess that's the least i could say
Was always a shy boy
Now watching that fade away
My confidence is in him
Jeremiah 17
Verse 7
Praying for those I left
May I meet thee in Heaven
Shout-out to the brethren
And much respect to the reverend
This is me
And I'm glad
To me yal finally
Relevant
I won't mention my wrongs
They're already forgotten
Had every piece of condemnation
Vaporised like Sodom
I remember those tough times
When no one could stop them
When all I ever wanted
Was some respect or attention
Just like EM-K
I'm a dreamer
And like Big Twist
I keep pushing
Jesus ransomed me from
Foolishness
Yet the world be judging
At one stage folks thought
Bad of me
Based on my colour
Like every coloured guys
A thug or robber
But I'm a king in disguise
Even though I ain't dress
The part
Will rarely see labels on me
Cause those ain't my mark
Jesus is my Adidas
Those three stripes
Made me a realist
And Christ is realer today
Then ever
He helped me when i was the
Illest
Where do I go now?
Honestly
I don't know
God has a plan
And in that I plan to grow
Follow
Cause you reap
Only what you sow