I was a nigga in my younger days
I even went through the phase as an angry ass black man
I played the pan-african for a week
Until I rocked up in Seattle when that racist shit ceased
I met some sisters out in Mozambique, who asked me
What part of africa was my fam tree
It would have to be Réunion
An Island on the coast that was conquered by the French a long time ago
A true foe like I'm Francois
I gotta stand by my blood like BLOOD
Though I am not them
I pretend to be me, every now and then
Even though some days I wasn't proud of kin?
I was childish then, found a style again
Lost my self trying to follow men
Reading books to fill this hollow skin
Couldn't swim till they found me in the shallow end
Used to win back when I didn't know how to win
And now I spend money, trying to get my smile grinning
Grim living foul feeling?
Not to sin, but religion isn't in me anymore
So the lord doesn't care if I'm sore
Sick of thinking what I'm here for
Trying to be content with that, but fuck that
I want my love back, my lust, my trust back
And keep this freedom I don't wanna rap
I'm trying to be alive again
Wanna feel like I can fly again
They say the limit is the sky, but I'm sick of getting high
I don't want to have to die, just to feel like I'm alive
I just wanna be I (I just wanna be)
I wanna see me in your eyes again
Put this love between your thighs wanna give another life
I don't want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive
I just wanna live me life. (To the, to the)
I was a painter in my last lifetime
Now I write rhymes like I fight crime, living life blind
Trying to find peace...
This girl on my mind that can't find me
Watch Amelie
Hoping that I'm going to be the one that she finds
Can't keep living life in rewind
I used to fast on the hog, now I eat swine
And can't stop smoking (blunts)
Although I keep trying
In these times when the peace of mind is not a goal
I be racing to it holding hope. Rejecting change
Because the pain feels realer than the pleasure
Rocking sweaters when the weather's sunny
Funny fellow from the ghetto
I watch so many foreign films, I feel foreign
Every morning cooking four-course meals, like I'm starving
Hardly say grace or say "thanks for another day"
Even though I'm grateful I try to show it in other ways
I used to give bums change, til I changed
Kind of strange cause when I'm richer than I was when I gave
Got a gang of friends that I don't call or hang with
Even though I know they on that same shit... aimless
Shit, I must seem like I don't dream at all
My mom says that I should draw again
But I don't want to pen
I just want to live, have kids, buy a crib like the old days
Whatever happend to...
Wanna feel like I can fly again
They say the limit is the sky, but I'm sick of getting high
I don't want to have to die, just to feel like I'm alive
I just wanna be I (I just wanna be)
I wanna see me in your eyes again
Put this love between your thighs wanna give another life
I don't want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive again
I just wanna live me life