Red Comb

(альбом: Swamp 00 - 2019)

When your back, it was my whole world
Soulful sounds from Jackson 5 best of
Patio speaker so loud
Lemon juice with the rec on hold my curls down
Before I cared about a song and laid the verse down
Blue hawaiian shirt brought avenue
My elementary for two years
I spent all my time for 2 years in that backyard
For few years, I was blissed young and smiling
Of course I shared a few tears
But overall ya boi was glowing
Only five years old
But best believe ya boi was growing
Between weed dispensers
It was limitless, the endless roaming
Eggs from the chicken 'less I get hungry
Cause all this running get my stomach going

But little did I know
But little did I know I was surrounded by the madness
Not the violence from the locals or the noise from the neighbours
But the quiet secrets kept within my kinfolk
Instigating, mental hazing, pain is invoked
Brothers before birth, those broken relationships are currently still broke
Backstabs, I'm getting laughed at I pray the love for a comeback

Be all the change ya like to see
Be all the change ya hope to be
Be all the change ya like to see
Be all the change ya hope to be

I, pay my dues now I like to get my change back
I'm cutting family ties tell me who could change that?
I gets no sleep, I'm so weak
From the overdose hoping that we might be

Its too easy to play the victim
Too easy to complain about the system
Too easy to live solely for the income
Too easy to not care about the symptoms
Too easy to play (play the victim)
Too easy to complain about the system ('plain about the system)
Too easy to live solely for the income (for the income)
Too easy to not care about the symptoms

To all the students in the high school a block from me
You're a pilot, not idle, don't idol me
Lets get up together, up and leave
We been raised spiteful, our land small but a vital piece
Isolated situations and somehow we still the culprits
Draw land beneath the beautiful hills, white our source is
Brown children are tanned, skin glisten
White man don't listen to our brown skinned children
No condition bad enough to budget us
We eat the punches, they punching us
Stuck in a slump, stuck in a swamp
Stuck in a rut, I'm stuck in a house
Stuck in my old ways
Soul see before they saw the seed, I been
Futile since a baby
Futile as a man too
Futile or lazy
Stuck chasing Jamie so crazy
Picking pennies, taking time
I'm wasting time I pat my pockets [?]

Be all the change ya like to see
Be all the change ya hope to be
Be all the change ya like to see
Be all the change ya hope to be

I, pay my dues now I like to get my change back
I'm cutting family ties tell me who could change that?
I gets no sleep, I'm so weak
From the overdose hoping that we might be