8000 miles from home, still I hold it down for my - TopicsExpress



          

8000 miles from home, still I hold it down for my folk Surrounded, by nothing but brown skin Nothing but love, from the village to the township My heart feels weak enough to give up Sometimes tears flow quicker than the river Smiles get thinner, mouths dont get dinner And somehow, we build houses even bigger Back home, my homie bought a Cadillac Out here, thats cash enough to bring the dead back My bellys empty, and not because its Ramadan I simply lost my appetite seeing children starve Thats whats really hard, not your silly bars Not your grill, not your car, not the pills you pop Marvin said it you better know whats going on and Lifes a question, answer when the song ends Answer when the world ends, dancing so the earth spins If the music stops, well get planted in the dirt quick Word is theyre talking bout us, they said we almost famous Guess I forgot about it when I got that plane ticket More humble than hes ever been Sun up on his golden skin Feelin something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive Running from the old him Represent enlightenment, forever young Learning from the light within Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive Running from the old him Keep it rollin, yeah, Zilla, yeah I never dreamed to be a rap star I never saved up for a past car But I did act selfish a bit, buy stupid shit, and waste the tools that I had Sold out shows, money in the bank, but my ego not swollen, at least I dont think But who am I to say, you tell me have I changed And if I have, I pray its for the better, in Jesus name All Lord Krishna everything, smoking hash on the back waters, Kingfisher drink Thinking bigger thoughts than you ever think, if you seen what I seen then you god damn better change Donated thousands when the earthquake Still I felt helpless in a higher place Searching for a purpose when Im buying drinks, buying clothes Seein people dyin is getting kinda old More humble than hes ever been Sun up on his golden skin Feelin something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive Running from the old him Represent enlightenment, forever young Learning from the light within Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive Running from the old him
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 16:20:13 +0000

Trending Topics



Recently Viewed Topics




© 2015