歌手:K'Naan
专辑:《The Dusty Foot Philosopher》

作曲 : Eaton, K'Naan, Warsame, West
It's like writing to the dead, dear people
I don't know if you'll hear my last plea
But somebody needs to be a little concerned about me
It's like I'm standing on the edge of a high tower by K'neen
Y'all are rootin' me to jump, and nobody stoppin' me
It's like a drug filled rock and roll documentary
Just wait till the world knows what's inside of me
'Cause you'll be sorry when I'm gone and I'll be gone so very soon
If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting
If the feds keep my brothers stompin' up and down prisons
If you can't understand my offerings and deep mission
No label is willing to see my unique vision
(If metro housing keeps threatening my poor mother with eviction)
You'll be sorry, you'll be sorry
You'll be sorry if I stay so poor
I can't afford my own medicine to cure my ulcer
And get vexed at every rich person that walks past
That won't blast
Just yet I don't even have enough gas
To pass the exit, so don't laugh
Don't laugh
I think a smile is a charity
But ****, don't laugh my anger
Resulted from pressure, exhaustion
My boys be orphans
My voice is all bent
I'm tired, I'm coughing
My daddy's divorcin'
My momma is hopin'
My eyes be so open
For chances, I'm walkin'
I'm walkin' and talkin' and boxing my shadow
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
It's like the possibility of making it in the industry
Is just around the corner now, it's just about your ability
But see, it's like an enigma, an insomniac singer
A dream, a figment of your imagination it seems
It'll never be successful
Please protect your neck before they squeeze
I'm your biggest hater, you suck
And even if you don't, you know your luck
You'll probably get run over by a truck before your first label meeting
Meeting is the issue, you prick
Yo, yo, you really make me sick
No, no you make me sick
I can't stand this argument
See this is what happens when my mind starts to dwell
And my strength starts to fail
And I get an anxiety resulted in panic attacks, exhaustion
I might as well look for a fence
My health is dissolving
I am tired, I'm coughing
My wife is divorcing
My girlfriend is open
'Cause I gotta so open
Over these ******, walkin'
I'm walkin' and talking and boxing my shadows
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
And now I sing about the poor, and I sing about the war
And how can I not represent when I'm the most critically acclaimed
Put most emcees to a lyrical shame
Get some, um, fame, express my pain and still keep this **** raw
How can one person be so poor?
Look at it, you're better off without me
I mean even I doubt me
My own dreams mock me
The snicker and talk about me
They want me to suffer about me
Take my life around me, rob me
They got me boxing my own shadow
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep
I hate you, I hate this, I hate food, I won't eat
In case you offend me, I wait you, so don't sleep