Verse 1
It's like writing to the dead
Dear people, i dont know if youll hear my last plea
But somebody needs to be concerned about me
It's like im standing on the edge of a high tower by kanie
Y'all are rootin me to jump, nobody stopping me
It's like a drug filled rock n roll documentary
Just wait till the world knows what's inside of me
Cuz you'll be sorry when im gone
and I'll be gone so very soon
f the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting
If the feds keep my brothers stomping up and down prisons
If you cant understand my offerings and deep mission
No label is willing to see my unique vision
If metro housing keep threatning my poor mother with eviction
You'll be sorry, (you'll be sorry)
You'll be sorry if I stay so poor
I cant afford my own medicine to cure my ulcer
And get vexed at every rich person that walks passed, tha't wont blast
Just yet i dont even have enough gas to pass the exit
So dont laugh, (dont laugh)
I think a smile is a charity, but fuck dont laugh my anger
(Resulted) from pressure (exhaustion)
My boys be (orphans)
My voices, (is all bent)
I'm tired (I'm coughing)
My daddy's (divorcin)
My momma's (is hopin)
My eyes be (so open)
For chances, (I'm walkin)
I'm walking and talking and boxing my shadow

Chorus 3x
I hate you, I hate this
I hate food, I wont eat
In case, you, offend me
I wait you, so don't sleep

Verse 2
It's like the possibility of making it in the industry is
Just around the corner now
It's just about your ability
But see its like an enigma, an insomniac singer
A dream a figment of your imagination it seems
It'll never be succesful
Please protect your neck before they squeeze
I'm your biggest hater you suck
and even if you dont, you know your luck
Youll probably get runover by a truck
Before your first label meeting
Meeting is the issue you prick
Yo, yo, you really make me sickNo, no, you make me sick
I cant stand this argument
See this is what happens when my mind starts to dwell and my strenght starts to fail
And I get an anxiety (resulted)
In panic attacks (exhaustion)
I might as well look for (a fence)
My health is (dissolving)
I am tired (I'm coughing)
My wife is (divorcing)
My girlfriend, (is open) Cuz I gotta so (open)
Over these niggas, (walking)
I'm walking and talking and boxing my shadow

Repeat Chorus 3x

Verse 3
And now I sing about the poor
And I sing about the war
And how can I not represent
When I'm the most critically acclaimed
Put most emcees to a lyrical shame
Get some um fame
Express my pain and still keep this shit raw
How can one person be so poor
Look at it, your better off, (without me)
I mean even I (doubt me)
My own dreams, (mock me)
They snicker and talk, (about me)
They want me to suffer, (partly...)
Take my life around me (around me...)
They got me boxing my own shadow!

Repeat Chorus 3x

© K'Naan