Yeah, I am sending this one out to everyone who
She shot me, she shot me,
Bang, bang… she shot me.
Yeah
Believe it or not
What kept me alive
Is my dreams
I'm a
There is no way to write it... there is no
[chorus]
I was stabbed by Satan
on the day that I was
Yiaoowww!
So
In the beginning there was hum
From a poet whose pulse
What would it be if I didn't do something for
Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down
I spit it for my block, it's an ode I
I start out, just to vibe out
I ain't about to
How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday
when
until the lion learns to speak
the tales of hunting will
When you here in the water
You feel like it's sorta
I put a pen to the paper
This time as visual
Bundle up my whole style is so coldI glow like
» More on K'naan