Intro – Spoken softly]
Yeah…
It’s King Tee Tee… Tsepo Monahadi, Papa G’s 1st son…
From Umtata to King… then East London…
Life been moving me like luggage, pain on rotation...
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[Verse 1 – The Journey Begins]
Started out in Umtata, dreams in the dust,
Mama said “boy, stay strong, you gotta adjust,”
We packed bags, caught taxis, long dusty roads,
No seatbelts, just hope and heavy loads.
From Ngqeleni to Qumbu, I seen life’s flip side,
Rain leaking in shacks, but we still had pride.
Moved to King William’s Town, thought it was new hope,
But pain followed close, like smoke that won’t choke.
Changing schools, new faces, new slang to learn,
Every corner, new demons waiting their turn.
I was the first-born, had to hold it all down,
While my sisters cried silent, I hid my frown
[Hook – Emotional/Auto-Tune melody]
From Umtata to King, now I’m in E.L.,
Been through hell, but I rise, you can’t tell.
Pain in my bloodline, scars never heal,
Papa G’s first son — I’m too real.
From Zwelitsha to Duncan, I carried that flame,
Moving city to city, but I stayed the same.
Addiction in the house, anger in my vein,
Still I’m chasing peace through all this pain.
[Verse 2 – The Father and the Fight]
My father drank fire, words cut like steel,
Abuse in the night, we prayed he’d heal.
But he’s gone now… and that still hits deep,
Even pain got memories that don’t sleep.
He was Papa G, respected in the streets,
But behind closed doors, it was bruises and beats.
Yet I still love him, ‘cause he taught me fight,
Taught me pain, taught me how to write.
Late nights in Ginsberg, I’d cry to the moon,
Thinking “why I gotta grow up this soon?”
Life forced my hand — I became the man,
Had to hustle, had to grind, no backup plan.
[Bridge – Spoken over beat drop]
They don’t know what it’s like…
To move school to school, start over every time…
To be the son, the brother, the soldier, the guide…
But I carried it all — Umtata to King, to East London side.
Verse 3
Now I’m in East London, where the sea meets pain,
But the wind still whispers Papa G’s name.
From Mdantsane to Fort Jackson, I seen my way,
Turned all my trauma into beats I play.
Still got flashbacks, mama’s tears in the rain,
She fought like a lion through addiction and pain.
My sisters got dreams, I’m guarding their hope,
The twins look up, I’m teaching them to cope.
Tsepo Monahadi, yeah, that name got weight,
From struggle to strength, I’m carving fate.
If I die tonight, let ‘em know what I’ve done —
I was Papa G’s first, and his only son.
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[Hook – Outro version] Tsepo Monahadi
From Umtata to King, now I’m in E.L.,
Been through hell, but I rise, you can’t tell.
Pain in my bloodline, scars never heal,
Papa G’s first son — I’m too real.
From Zwelitsha to Duncan, I carried that flame,
Moving city to city, but I stayed the same.
Addiction in the house, anger in my vein,
Still I’m chasing peace through all this pain.
