Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Understand, artist - Cas Metah
Date of issue: 09.11.2015
Song language: English
Can't Understand |
Cas Metah: |
Ayo my homie called the other day |
He said «what up bruh, we gotta find another way |
Folks dyin out here from all da drug decay» |
Fam I feel what you sayin' |
We done dug enough graves |
«This gutters a maze |
Where good people plummet in faith |
'Cause no matter where they run |
They never escape» |
I’m wonderin if it’s because they never equate |
The weight of their own worth with the worth of the weight |
«I think boredoms the gate toward explorin' foreign- |
Exchanges with dangerous portions of pain |
I wish that it was all so simple but it ain’t» |
I wish that I could understand man but I can’t |
Nobody even sleeps, the whole worlds awake |
Some are up on speed, some are up to pray |
«So are some gonna heal? |
Are some gonna tame?» |
As soon as summers here I can say |
It’s a cold climate we reside in |
Why ya think the needle users pullin sleeves over they veins? |
Is it shame that they hidin'? |
Or just too broke for a coat |
They rather shiver than change |
Ruffian: |
Hook: |
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? |
Sold his life for cheap, you understand |
Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? |
She inhaled the scent of hell and |
she couldn’t sleep, you understand |
Why the pastor forgot how to preach? |
And his wife toss and turn awake in the |
sheets? |
Can’t duck his hands |
So she bruised from her heart and cheek |
Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand |
Cas Metah: |
I met this lady from around the way |
I run into her everytime I’m running to the bank |
She always sitting on the same cracked sidewalk, beggin' for change |
I told her change ain’t gon' come 'til she settles her pain |
She said «you don’t know me and you don’t owe me a thang |
What makes you my judge, you ain’t been in my place» |
I said I’ve seen enough ghosts to recognize the face |
Of those being chased by the killah that awaits |
By the gates of your soul |
Ready to take control of your physical and make it cold seis below |
I can tell you make no goals |
Haven’t slept one wink for one week, or even ate for a day or so |
She felt the truth as I spoke, but didn’t hate it though |
Unphased one gaze made it plain |
She’s in a haze, content with her shade |
She don’t see the son, so she don’t feel the rays |
Addicted to the high life of fixin' the crave |
Livin' a slave without the whips and the chains |
So it took me by surprise when she looked me in my eyes |
And said «honey, you’re right but can you please give me some change» |
Ruffian: |
Hook: |
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? |
Sold his life for cheap, you understand |
Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? |
She inhaled the scent of hell and |
she couldn’t sleep, you understand |
Why the pastor forgot how to preach? |
And his wife toss and turn awake in the |
sheets? |
Can’t duck his hands |
So she bruised from her heart and cheek |
Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand |
Blueprint: |
Uh huh, Too many questions and not enough answers |
Make a brother want to throw his hands up |
And maybe throw in a towel, I’m dawning a scowl |
Thinking it’s wild how diseases like cancer still killing |
If everybody and they mama rocking pink ribbons |
And the company that makes them receives millions |
Why we never see results on anything we’ve given? |
I bet their exec’s are somewhere on a beach chilling |
We all notice it but nobody speaks about it |
‘Cause we think showing solidarity means being silent |
Instead we’re mislead |
Obedient sheep that never keep the hair on they heads |
Being force fed opinions and views from television |
Maybe that’s why they call it the tube |
Few choices in what we consume |
But just because we eat it up, doesn’t mean that it’s food |
You want change? |
Then start thinking long range |
Tomorrows happiness is built on what you do today |
Get committed to improving your days |
And be prepared for them to look at you strange when you change |
Ruffian: |
Hook: |
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? |
Sold his life for cheap, you understand |
Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? |
She inhaled the scent of hell and |
she couldn’t sleep, you understand |
Why the pastor forgot how to preach? |
And his wife toss and turn awake in the |
sheets? |
Can’t duck his hands |
So she bruised from her heart and cheek |
Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand |