Mayday
P.O.W.E.R. Lyrics
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And I'm about to crash
Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane
Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave
Nah it's just me and I'm coming back for my plate
From the African continent I be Kamikaze
Crash my plane through your wall and prove I'm from the Kasi
Niggas strip off, tryna drink that Smirnoff
Sell it to the highest bidder I be auctioning
Rats still rat now the cops the be question
Selling Intels, another form of hustling
Homies popping pills bruh, welcome to the agony
Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I be grinding since I was seventeen
Trouble is the way bruh
Making my way to fucking pray
Bible pages turn gray
Money clippers in my hay
I be shouting Mayday
Every single day is a souffleur
Prayers, layers after layers
She was on the radar
Target practice missed her
Shoot her with a missile
Now she moving sea-side
Yeah she's a hoe, money she got flaws
Always on the go, and I chase her with my Glock
And I'm back, in my home, everytime my cellphone roams
My homie, 25, in the day, yeah he lost his life
I was on hustle mode, crashing through the parking lot
Ain't nobody talking shit, tryna bring a wave of loo
I bring gifts like Santa Claus
Twelve years and I'm still a flop
Do it back and, I see you from afar, I shoot
Pull me back in it, aiming so high I'm just reckoning
Reckoning, fighting battles my wife she's cooking it
Eating my own words, add to my soup and I meant it, shit
Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I be grinding since I was seventeen
Trouble is the way bruh
Making my way to fucking pray
Bible pages turn gray
Money clippers in my hay
I be shouting Mayday
Every single day is a souffleur
The lyrics of P.O.W.E.R.'s "MayDay" are loaded with metaphors and analogies describing the struggles of his life. The song begins with him saying, "It's mayday, it's mayday, and I'm about to crash," suggesting that he is on the brink of failure. However, he takes immense pride in his origins and reminds people that he hails from the African continent, and like a kamikaze, he is willing to crash his plane through walls to claim what is his. P.O.W.E.R. describes life's difficulties to try and survive in the ghetto areas, where people are trying to hustle for smirnoff, resorting to selling their intel, and where homies are popping pills.
Line by Line Meaning
It's mayday, its mayday
I'm in trouble
And I'm about to crash
I'm on the brink of failure
Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane
People are noticing me
Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave
I've overcome adversity
Nah it's just me and I'm coming back for my plate
I'm coming back for what I deserve
From the African continent I be Kamikaze
I'm fearless and unstoppable
Crash my plane through your wall and prove I'm from the Kasi
I'm making a statement and showing where I come from
Niggas strip off, tryna drink that Smirnoff
People are resorting to desperate measures
It's a hot stove, niggas cooking iceballs
People are taking risks for profit
Sell it to the highest bidder I be auctioning
I'm willing to sell out for money
Rats still rat now the cops the be question
People are still snitching
Selling Intels, another form of hustling
I'm always on the lookout for new opportunities
Homies popping pills bruh, welcome to the agony
People are struggling with addiction
Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Life is difficult and messy
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I'm making money despite the challenges
I be grinding since I was seventeen
I've been working hard for a long time
Trouble is the way bruh
Challenges are a constant in life
Making my way to fucking pray
I'm striving for success
Bible pages turn gray
Religion no longer holds the same meaning for me
Money clippers in my hay
I'm managing my finances carefully
I be shouting Mayday
I'm calling for help
Every single day is a souffleur
Every day is a struggle
Prayers, layers after layers
I'm seeking guidance
She was on the radar
I was aware of her presence
Target practice missed her
I failed to achieve my goal
Shoot her with a missile
I'm taking drastic measures to succeed
Now she moving sea-side
She's no longer in my reach
Yeah she's a hoe, money she got flaws
She's a flawed individual driven by money
Always on the go, and I chase her with my Glock
I'm in pursuit of success with determination
And I'm back, in my home, everytime my cellphone roams
I'm always connected to my hustle
My homie, 25, in the day, yeah he lost his life
I've lost friends to the streets
I was on hustle mode, crashing through the parking lot
I was focused on success despite obstacles
Ain't nobody talking shit, tryna bring a wave of loo
I won't let others bring me down
I bring gifts like Santa Claus
I'm generous when I can be
Twelve years and I'm still a flop
I haven't achieved my goals yet
Do it back and, I see you from afar, I shoot
I'm unafraid to take risks
Pull me back in it, aiming so high I'm just reckoning
I'm striving for greatness
Reckoning, fighting battles my wife she's cooking it
I'm facing challenges while my partner supports me
Eating my own words, add to my soup and I meant it, shit
I'm learning from my mistakes
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Don Phillip, Pedro Andreoni
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
CHILLYtheMOST
Great album thx for posting! Still have it, along with the Racemixer, Power to the People/Futureshock and P.O.W.E.R. CD singles. Let's kill 'em...
Tomcat67
Required listening in college and h.s. to wake these boneheads.