Yeah, I am sending this one out to everyone who has had to wait on a money transfer Yeah, it's kinda whack when they charge you like ten percent on the
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
Here is no way to write it ?there is no way to fight it And I kick and scream but you got me despite it And I got my pride so I begin to hide it Like
Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down And open doors to hurtin' People Like Me People Like Me, People Like Me People Like Me, People Like
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
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
[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
[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, my
[Intro] Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some shit Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? [Verse 1] I don't got no
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
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
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
[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
Yes! Yes yes. In a conservative form I wanna ask you a few things before I conform To the popular belief about where I was born Are they still illin',
[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
speaking) yea uhhh....its k'naan....yeaa uuhh about to take over with this here we go i check it... They don`t expect me on this beat the thunder on
you going away? Nelly: Remember? K'naan: Remember there was that one summer you went away to school? Nelly: My parents got a new job and I had to change schools. K'naan
Yeaaa, Uh. Let me introduce me, I don?t gotta pack due to the fact I?m Africa?s Rap Bruce Lee Plus they?ve been trying to shoot me since I was two feet