unlimited kwa vichwa zao empty Nikiwaambia hata waking'ara NiKE kwa usahihishi wa lyriksi hawataona hiyo tiki Mwafrika na K'naan Canada to Kenya Hatubabaiki Cause we doin' it like [Chorus] Mwafrika na K'Naan
[Verse 1:] 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
so bright when I spit my lips glow, [Chorus] The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher
naan thudithiruppen Nee swaasam naan dheham naan unnai mattum uyirthoda anumathippen Nee vaanam naan neelam unnil naanai kalanthiruppen Nee ennam naan
[speaking] 1.2.1.2 [Chorus:] I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born, I was promised loving, but instead I was torn, La la la, la la la,
[Verse 1:] So good things comes for those wait, sure I've waited about pop pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this My
So - In the beginning there was hum from a poet whose pulse fell Drum drum drum! He would perform prayers and all till one day he heard a voice call
Basically, I got beef, I wanna talk to you directly, I Can?t ignore, I can't escape, and that's cause, you Affect me, you cripple me, you shackle me
I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out. I'm more gangsta then u r but I ain't about to row out. My season will come it has to, honestly
My tragedy's different My life's deep, listen, Gotta bail, I'm limpin Walked outta hell's kitchen Why bother cherishin' My past is everything, wrong
so bright when I spit my lips glow The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher
[Verse 1:] Until the lion learns to speak The tales of hunting will be weak My poetry hales with in the streets My poetry fails to be discrete It travels
Eh yo, welcome to my world, please listen HEY! [Chorus:] Poison in my veins, inside I'm torturing my brains, And still I try, aiaiai Voices in my head
When you hearin' the water, you feel like a turtle Releasin' your tension, the stress and disorder It's big in America - Stephanie, Erica - both of them
I put a pen to the paper, This time as visual as possible, Guns blast at the hospital, The walls are white washed with tin rooftops, To show love you
So yea basicaly alot of people ask me how life was then... so here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me down
