Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made in Jaffna, artist - La+ch. Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made in Jaffna |
| Woke up a giant trying to find a piece of |
| (mind and) |
| Mind you I kept to myself on my island |
| (quiet) |
| See no evil, hear no evil even |
| (left my) |
| Left my love to go and serve my light and |
| Ever since a youth was used to moving on my own |
| The lonely cub too cutthroat |
| Gave a fuck about your validation |
| Ever since a youth was used to moving on my own |
| The lonely cub too cutthroat |
| Gave a fuck about your validation |
| Came in 86 |
| I was four, we was torn |
| It was me and amma, appa and my four |
| Older brothers, I was youngest and protected |
| In Montreal we landed |
| Toronto made a home |
| Early sunny memoris etched on Calidonia Road |
| A couple factory gigs, split btween the folks |
| Kept up all afloat |
| Hearts still full of hope |
| By 89 suburban dreams was being bought |
| So we packed it out to Brampton |
| Expanded out the plot |
| That’s where I met this kid named Dex upon on the block |
| We best friends til' this day (shit) |
| That’s the work of god |
| Cause who’da known a couple decades down the road |
| We’d be oversees and rocking shows and getting blown |
| But first I had to navigate this adolescence |
| Twas a lesson in self hatred |
| I was placed amongst the racist |
| Plus the hatred was contagious |
| Oh so white washed and complacent |
| With them |
| White teachers |
| White schools |
| White Jesus |
| White rules |
| Went to catholic school |
| Raised a catholic fool |
| Taught the word of god |
| Told to hold my tongue |
| Never questioned who |
| Wrote the books they used |
| When they taught us all |
| How the west was won |
| It was all dispensed by puppets |
| I was on the fence like ‘fuck it' |
| Luckily for my me I found my self an Outkast CD |
| And through Andre Benjamin I tended my imagination |
| Luckily for my I found my self an Outkast CD |
| And through Andre Benjamin I tended my imagination |
| Ok now I got my confidence up I was lifted |
| I did my history found Hieroglyphics, Souls of Michief |
| Through Organized Konfusion found my voice through all the Rawkus |
| I saw my pain in DMX an exit out my conscience |
| A couple rap groups, a couple rap groups |
| (later) |
| I was making, made a bit of |
| (paper) |
| But had to learn through, I had to learn through |
| (failure) |
| That I was bound to be a solo dolo star from the start |
| Hit reset, shit was hard |
| Hit the bottle, hid my scars |
| Hit the bottom, ripped apart |
| Had a daughter, had no job |
| Debut album was a flop |
| Plus the devil’s in my ear talking raw like: |
| «boy you thirty five and haven’t popped |
| Need to stop, you a joke |
| Kill yourself, leave no note |
| Won’t be missed |
| You a mother fuckin' bitch» |
| But I had to shake it off |
| For the sake of Mimi X |
| So I hopped back in the stu |
| And put my foot up on their necks |
| Wrote the greatest shit I ever penned |
| Ascended out my purpose |
| This the tale of king VDP |
| Made in Jaffna |
| They’ll write it on my casket to remind them who the god was |
| Reporting from the ashes |
| Now behold the phoenix saga |