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Old Him

 

Old Him

(álbum: Eyes Open - 2013)


Yeah, that's perfect

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 don't get dinner
And somehow, we build houses even bigger
Back home, my homie bought a Cadillac
Out here, that's cash enough to bring the dead back
My belly's empty, and not because it's Ramadan
I simply lost my appetite seeing children starve
That's what's really hard, not your silly bars
Not your grill, not your car, not the pills you pop
Marvin said it you better know what's going on and
Life's a question, answer when the song ends
Answer when the world ends, dancing so the earth spins
If the music stops, we'll get planted in the dirt quick
Word is they're talking 'bout us, they said we almost famous
Guess I forgot about it when I got that plane ticket

More humble than he's ever been
Sun up on his golden skin
Feeling 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 fast 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 don't think
But who am I to say, you tell me have I changed
And if I have, I pray it's 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 I'm buying drinks, buying clothes
Seeing people dying is getting kinda old

More humble than he's ever been
Sun up on his golden skin
Feeling 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

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