Album: The Dusty Foot Philosopher
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
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 I feel like I'm 10 months pregnant,
I'm past due. Sencierly, untouchy these days I can't take nuttin.
I'm tryin to treat my record like the Lord shit I'm tryin to brake somthin'.
'N mostly I'm up n stressin when other folks sleep n believe
I know struggle n struggle knows me.
My life owes me like an oven dose I'm slowly driftin to the arms of trouble
'N trouble holds me n nothin else is close to me more than pain unfortunatly,
Like a self-fulfillin prophecy I'm supposed to be...
I'm strugglin n it's troublin in the circumstance I'm dwellin in
To find myslef in the corner huddlin with some angry men
N' I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again
I should be chillin on beaches instead my bone freezes
Duckin' glocks n Iwas n 12s like Jesus The realest thing
To me is since I was defeatedis the only break I ever got was at recess
So legitematly I remain very little releaved n that thug rappas
I remain very little entriged n can u blame me with how we lived in the late 80's
Throwin' rocks at the crazy ladies n when we played these crazy games
The whole crew had crazy names we even had a crypper
We called him lazy legs but my faith remains untouched n unchanged
Still in my block you hear more shots then a gun range
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More to the truth no writin just me recordin in the booth
Forced by the loop n the guitar but I'm the boss of the group
I speak truth deep roots remain equal danger
The pain in my song is crazy but the sequal is stranger
Hey man I'm from the oddest hardest progress then departed I'm now known as a Recordin artist spittin' what little remains of your memories in your process
bigger or little making your name into a colossus
believe me I'm thankful my brothers still with me n ain't much changed
Bobbys still troublin with me I'm? still mom n pory but we always dently
I Got a little recordin gig but evidentally
[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]
Writer(s): Brian West, Gerald Eaton, Keinan Warsame
Copyright: Worldwide West Music Inc., Mawga Dawg Inc., Sony Music Publishing Canada, Sony/ATV Music Publishing Canada
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|5||I Was Stabbed By Satan|
|8||Wash It Down|
|9||My Old Home|
|10||The Dusty Foot Philosopher|
|12||In The Beginning|
|13||The African Way|
|14||Voices In My Head|
|15||Boxing My Shadow|
|16||For Mohamoud (Soviet)|
|17||Until The Lion Learns To Speak|
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|K'Naan - The Dusty Foot Philosopher Album Lyrics|
|5.||I Was Stabbed By Satan|
|8.||Wash It Down|
|9.||My Old Home|
|10.||The Dusty Foot Philosopher|
|12.||In The Beginning|
|13.||The African Way|
|14.||Voices In My Head|
|15.||Boxing My Shadow|
|16.||For Mohamoud (Soviet)|
|17.||Until The Lion Learns To Speak|
|1||More Beautiful Than Silence|
|2||On the Other Side|
|4||Sleep When We Die|
|5||Nothing To Lose|
|6||Is Anybody Out There?|
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