| I was a nigga in my younger days
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| I even went through the phase as an angry ass black man
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| I played the pan-african for a week
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| Until I rocked up in Seattle when that racist shit ceased
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| I met some sisters out in Mozambique, who asked me
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| What part of africa was my fam tree
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| It would have to be Réunion
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| An Island on the coast that was conquered by the French a long time ago
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| A true foe like I’m Francois
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| I gotta stand by my blood like BLOOD
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| Though I am not them
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| I pretend to be me, every now and then
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| Even though some days I wasn’t proud of kin?
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| I was childish then, found a style again
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| Lost my self trying to follow men
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| Reading books to fill this hollow skin
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| Couldn’t swim till they found me in the shallow end
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| Used to win back when I didn’t know how to win
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| And now I spend money, trying to get my smile grinning
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| Grim living foul feeling?
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| Not to sin, but religion isn’t in me anymore
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| So the lord doesn’t care if I’m sore
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| Sick of thinking what I’m here for
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| Trying to be content with that, but fuck that
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| I want my love back, my lust, my trust back
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| And keep this freedom I don’t wanna rap
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| I’m trying to be alive again
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| Wanna feel like I can fly again
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| They say the limit is the sky, but I’m sick of getting high
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| I don’t want to have to die, just to feel like I’m alive
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| I just wanna be I (I just wanna be)
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| I wanna see me in your eyes again
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| Put this love between your thighs wanna give another life
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| I don’t want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive
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| I just wanna live me life. |
| (To the, to the)
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| I was a painter in my last lifetime
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| Now I write rhymes like I fight crime, living life blind
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| Trying to find peace…
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| This girl on my mind that can’t find me
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| Watch Amelie
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| Hoping that I’m going to be the one that she finds
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| Can’t keep living life in rewind
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| I used to fast on the hog, now I eat swine
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| And can’t stop smoking (blunts)
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| Although I keep trying
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| In these times when the peace of mind is not a goal
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| I be racing to it holding hope. |
| Rejecting change
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| Because the pain feels realer than the pleasure
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| Rocking sweaters when the weather’s sunny
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| Funny fellow from the ghetto
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| I watch so many foreign films, I feel foreign
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| Every morning cooking four-course meals, like I’m starving
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| Hardly say grace or say «thanks for another day»
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| Even though I’m grateful I try to show it in other ways
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| I used to give bums change, til I changed
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| Kind of strange cause when I’m richer than I was when I gave
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| Got a gang of friends that I don’t call or hang with
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| Even though I know they on that same shit… aimless
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| Shit, I must seem like I don’t dream at all
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| My mom says that I should draw again
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| But I don’t want to pen
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| I just want to live, have kids, buy a crib like the old days
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| Whatever happend to…
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| Wanna feel like I can fly again
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| They say the limit is the sky, but I’m sick of getting high
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| I don’t want to have to die, just to feel like I’m alive
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| I just wanna be I (I just wanna be)
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| I wanna see me in your eyes again
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| Put this love between your thighs wanna give another life
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| I don’t want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive again
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| I just wanna live me life |