We do not always know what is happening in the human heart. Very often, beyond outward appearances, the people we least suspect may be enduring a deep existential crisis that no one perceives. Behind smiles, apparent success, or sinful and worldly vibes, there are sometimes silent and painful inner struggles.

Here, the singer Lino G seems to be wrestling with profound contradictions and searching for an answer. In the popular song BABI, his words reveal an inner battle, a tension between what he shows and what he truly lives. One can sense a searching soul—hesitant, sometimes troubled—seeking a more stable meaning for his existence.

Perhaps in his pseudonym UMVUKURI, which means “listen to the truth,” there is in fact an unconscious cry: that of someone who sincerely longs for truth, yet still wavers on the path that leads to it. This name may express a deep desire for clarity, light, and inner coherence, despite doubts and fragility.

If this article should reach him, as well as thousands of other young people disillusioned by the irony and superficiality of worldly life, let them know that there is an answer—an answer that is solid, profound, and liberating.

Here below we will post our English translation for his song BABI, and end with a biblical response to the song.

BABI (ENGLISH VERSION)

V.1 I don’t even remember my last good sleep, no cap
Always outside, rolling deep with the squad
Got mad friends, we link every night
But ask them where the money’s from? Silence. No reply.
We party till late night but they up at 6AM and leave us for work
We don’t even know what them do
But by evening them texting “pull up.”
Then it’s bottles, loud music, and chaos again…

Prechorus:
We out here living like it’s a permanent after party. We switch locations.
City burnt out? Bet.
We rent a crib in the countryside…
Power goes out? No stress. Generator on.
We do not lose. We just reboot.
Are we just chasing cold beers and cheap dopamine?
Or is this whole party loop just a distraction?
Like… deep down…
Are we low-key starving for something real?
For change?
For meaning?
For something that doesn’t disappear when the music stops?
Because this lifestyle?
It’s loud.
But it’s also kinda empty.
So what’s the move?
Are we lit… or are we lost?

Chorus:
Yo, y’all are low-key fake, for real
Why you always lying? Never keeping it real!

V.2 We running nonstop, never pause, never think
No time to reflect, no time to blink
They got wives at home playing “stable life,”
But they are dragging us into late-night madness with gals…
Say I’m broke, they like, “Bro, same here”
But the second I actually need help?
Silence.
Ghost mode.
No safety net. No squad. No nothing.
“O God, where am I headed?” I pray
Life feels endless but empty each day
Them keep saying, “You’re winning, you’re doing great bruh”
But inside I’m lost, running late
Wasting time, chasing hype

Prechorus….

Chorus:
Yo, y’all are low-key fake, for real
Why you always lying? Never keeping it real!

BABI: A BIBLICAL RESPONSE

Maybe this whole “we outside” lifestyle?
Solomon already clocked it.
Man had money, women, power, influence — ancient billionaire energy.
And after speed running pleasure, success, flex culture?
He said it’s like chasing the wind.
Read that again.
Chasing. The. Wind.
You got it? It’s like running after vibes you can’t hold.
Grinding for highs that evaporate by morning.
Winning the world but still feeling weirdly hollow.

And Jeremiah? He went even harder.
He said we’ve left the fountain of living water…
and started sipping from broken cisterns.
Basically?
We out here drinking from cracked cups.
Empty fountains.
Hydrating on illusions.
We think it’s premium.
But it’s leaking.
That’s why the party never satisfies.
That’s why the bottle runs out.
That’s why the “good life” still feels off.

And then Jesus steps into the story.
Not at a club.
Not at a palace.
But at a well.
He meets a woman who had tried relationships, validation, survival mode.
And He tells her:
“If you drink the water I give you… you’ll never thirst again.”
Not “you’ll be entertained.”
Not “you’ll be distracted.”
Not “you’ll be temporarily lit.”
Never thirst again.
That’s wild.

Because maybe what we’ve been calling “fun”
is just thirst in designer clothes.
Maybe the beers aren’t the problem —the drought is.
Maybe the reason the music has to stay loud is because silence exposes the craving.

And what if deep down
we’re not just chasing nightlife…
we’re chasing life.
Real life.
The kind that doesn’t crash when the generator runs out.
The kind that doesn’t ghost you when money’s low.
The kind that doesn’t disappear at sunrise.
So yeah.
Are we lit?
Or are we thirsty?

Because if Jesus is right —
and Solomon already warned us —
then the move isn’t another party.
The move is the well, Jesus the well of life.