A quarter century, they're asking me what's next
Hand me the keys please? but life no get formula one sef
Moving fast, either play catch up or be left for dead
All the pressure mounting on me, will it ever rest?
Not seen a lot of years but some have been cruel
Seen niggas who hate the sunset cos they have no place to dwell
Know who to trust but tell me how can you tell?
Some of them pray you fail, I wish you well man, keep it trill
See, wish I could go back couple years to younger years
Running round with cousins sniffing on grandma's tobacco leaves
Getting chased out neighbour's house for climbing up her mango trees
The innocent years, before we knew black and white skin
When our problem was getting it right, the stick figures
Now it's six figures, orgasms and Hilfigers
Reality set in, some dreams no longer linger
And we found out what it all meant to be just another nigga
Not trying to duck responsibilities
Just caught up in my bubble of memories reminiscing
The times you saw your crush and barely spoke a single sentence
Years gone by, some are names we no longer mention
Yeah, close ones may become foes
And the only way to build sometimes is when we let go
See. Everything comes and goes; carpe dieming daily
I'll be damned if I sit around and just dwell on the maybes


Twenty five and still alive
We ain't made it this far to give up
We go survive
Striving to make a way
We go make am or die trying
Dying to live another day
But soon we go dey fly
Twenty five and still alive
We ain't made it this far to give up
We go survive
Striving to make a way
We go make am or die trying
Dying to live another day
But soon we go dey fly

Look, it's true you make your own joy; see, I caught on late
Seeking approval from these people, my outlook was tainted
Back when my self-esteem looked like a poorly painted portrait
Persistently plagued with a poor perception at a young age
And yeah, some old heads knew no better
But hey, you know the come up; trust the grown ups to the letter
So we swallowed their ills and the bullshit that they fed us
Products of a system, who's to blame for errors of an era?
Now it's upon us, we been handed the mantle
They passed on a broken baton but we're still trying to handle it
Tryna find ways around it but sometimes we come full circle
See, it's a cycle and we're all screwed on some level
But we alright; sound mind and character
Different folks, different strokes; climbing our different ladders
Some with the white collar, blue, green and some others
We applaud the niggas staying to raise all of their sons and daughters
Cos see, we've seen it all, my nigga, we know how it is
Niggas fuck around and turn around just to say they ain't with it
Leave it all to the mothers who don't even get much credit
Then they show up few years later like it was all perfect, silly!
See we, have to do better, if not for ourselves, the kids
They don't have to go through it too; all the same shit that we did
Fingers pointing at us like we have no moral fibre
But we know there's more to life than just red cups and lighters

Twenty five and still alive
We ain't made it this far to give up
We go survive
Striving to make a way
We go make am or die trying
Dying to live another day
But soon we go dey fly
Twenty five and still alive
We ain't made it this far to give up
We go survive
Striving to make a way
We go make am or die trying
Dying to live another day
But soon we go dey fly