Must be a fly in here somewhere Well not anymore, heh heh
Face this Like water, never taste this Evil, white rose to a racist They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white And my fathers face blacker than the scene outside a spaceship Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer He never let me use their words, "Due time my jigga" Never called me nigga, said it's the master's tongue But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none But they all passed me some, fuck it, I grabbed it Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker's done Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker's spun Following in footsteps of fathers who were asked to run But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere I'm thinking that my great grandfather could've owned my other one And yo, that shit is weird
I'm lost (I'm) Wondering my cost (I'm) Telling you, it hurts, (uh) If you don't know your worth, yeah So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica Heart break, breaker like the sun's an equator We wasted it Uh before we even tasted it
Cities on fire Uh, quite literally The reason nobody's talking remains a mystery My brother's lost, telling him do it differently I wanna take the blame but we don't share the same history I'm lost Wonder my cost up in this space Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced A waste Ain't tryna tell you how my shit taste Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth Lose looking for some proof that I'm still in news See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove Promise the day I get paid, I'ma pay my dues Uh, find the karma Told me I'm from Ghana but really it's Guyana Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father's father I don't know the answer
I'm lost Wondering my cost Telling you it hurts Uh, if you don't know your worth Uh, so we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever Wasted it, 'fore we even tasted it Fuck
Ay, yeah, can I just get uh You got chicken soup? No, only goat soup for today Can I get one goat soup Um and then some curry chicken with, um, rice and peas Only plain rice Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, um steamed veg as well please You want the plain rice? Yeah yeah
Writer/s: Benjamin Gerard Coyle-Larner, Thomas Abraham Misch
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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His keyboard work helped define the Muscle Shoals sound and make him an integral part of many Neil Young recordings. Spooner is also an accomplished songwriter, whose hits include "I'm Your Puppet" and "Cry Like A Baby."
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