Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kick, Push II, artist - Lupe Fiasco.
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Song language: English
Kick, Push II |
When the cops didn’t find him for grindin’though |
They kinda blew the vibe, figured it was time to go Plus, he had to at home a long time ago |
And he had made like ten dollars off the sign he wrote |
It read: «A little hungry, and need a little money, it’s for my little sister, |
and her little tummy.» |
Wasn’t lyin’though didn’t go buy hydro |
Went to the restuarant and bought two gyros |
'Cause he knew they wasn’t cooking where he lived |
Da-kook-akook-akook's now took him to the crib |
A little hurt from the rail he took into the ribs |
Right bast the pushers who couldn’t underdig |
«What's the use of pushin’if you ain’t pushin’none of this» |
If i kick with y’all I’m just pushin’for a bit |
But, what was on his mind had pushed him to the lid |
They best customer wasn’t cooking for a kid |
Yes sir |
So he kick, push |
Over his shoulders he swore he’d never look |
'Cause wasn’t nothin’there but the blackness |
Life wasn’t too attractive (Yeah, uh) |
And so he kick, push |
Over his shoulders he swore he’d never look |
'Cause wasn’t nothin’there but the blackness |
Life wasn’t too attractive (yeah) |
You see his mom was a crackhead and his father couldn’t be contacted |
He lived with being different, was combated |
Amongst the other things on his young, black head |
And see, his girl was a white girl |
But, just cause she was white, see her life wasn’t light-world |
She, too had the drama thick |
Had a daddy and a momma, but her daddy used to momma hit |
Daddy caught something, chasing fatties made her momma sick |
Couldn’t afford the medicine, pimped it to the pharmacist |
As suicidal feelings would rise, swich over to trasitions, helped her conquer it Pays for her momma’s pills with a sponsership |
A cell phone bill and a Honda kit Uh-huh |
And that’s why she skates with him |
Someone to feel her pain and her place to be That’s why, that’s why, that’s why she kick, push |
Over her shoulders she swore she’d never look |
'Cause wasn’t nothin’there but the blackness |
Life wasn’t too attractive (Yeah, uh) |
That’s why she kick, push |
Over his shoulders she swore she’d never look |
'Cause wasn’t nothin’there but the blackness |
Life wasn’t too attractive (yeah) |
A traveling band of misfits and outcasts |
Knock their heads from Misfits to Outkast |
A lot of scars, they did this without pads |
A lot of hearts, who did this without dads |
One’s father was fithy rich, two was middle class, and one was homeless |
Add in a paralyzed girl in a wheelchair who just liked to watch it, |
that was the whole clique |
I think about it everytime I see this old flick |
That was taken in the park, in front of this old bench |
They wrote on the back, «You thank for push, kick, hope you make a video, |
the beat is so sick.» |
Well, I did, I hope you seen it It’s on MTV, Soundtrakk’s a genius |
Love from Tony Hawk, beat from the Ice Creamer’s |
Before we out it out had to pay the fillipinas |
Just to show 'em how… |
You kick, push |
Over your shoulders you swore you’d never look |
'Cause wasn’t nothin’there but the blackness |
Life wasn’t too attractive (Yeah, uh) |
That’s why you kick, push |
Over your shoulders you swore you’d never look |
'Cause wasn’t nothin’there but the blackness |
Life wasn’t too attractive (yeah) |