I was a nigga in my younger daysI even went through the phase as an angry ass black manI played the pan-african for a weekUntil I rocked up in Seattle when that racist shit ceasedI met some sisters out in Mozambique, who asked meWhat part of africa was my fam treeIt would have to be RéunionAn Island on the coast that was conquered by the French a long time agoA true foe like I'm FrancoisI gotta stand by my blood like BLOODThough I am not themI pretend to be me, every now and thenEven though some days I wasn't proud of kin?I was childish then, found a style againLost my self trying to follow menReading books to fill this hollow skinCouldn't swim till they found me in the shallow endUsed to win back when I didn't know how to winAnd now I spend money, trying to get my smile grinningGrim living foul feeling?Not to sin, but religion isn't in me anymoreSo the lord doesn't care if I'm soreSick of thinking what I'm here forTrying to be content with that, but fuck thatI want my love back, my lust, my trust backAnd keep this freedom I don't wanna rapI'm trying to be alive againWanna feel like I can fly againThey say the limit is the sky, but I'm sick of getting highI don't want to have to die, just to feel like I'm aliveI just wanna be I (I just wanna be)I wanna see me in your eyes againPut this love between your thighs wanna give another lifeI don't want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel aliveI just wanna live me life. (To the, to the)I was a painter in my last lifetimeNow I write rhymes like I fight crime, living life blindTrying to find peace...This girl on my mind that can't find meWatch AmelieHoping that I'm going to be the one that she findsCan't keep living life in rewindI used to fast on the hog, now I eat swineAnd can't stop smoking (blunts)Although I keep tryingIn these times when the peace of mind is not a goalI be racing to it holding hope. Rejecting changeBecause the pain feels realer than the pleasureRocking sweaters when the weather's sunnyFunny fellow from the ghettoI watch so many foreign films, I feel foreignEvery morning cooking four-course meals, like I'm starvingHardly say grace or say "thanks for another day"Even though I'm grateful I try to show it in other waysI used to give bums change, til I changedKind of strange cause when I'm richer than I was when I gaveGot a gang of friends that I don't call or hang withEven though I know they on that same shit... aimlessShit, I must seem like I don't dream at allMy mom says that I should draw againBut I don't want to penI just want to live, have kids, buy a crib like the old daysWhatever happend to...Wanna feel like I can fly againThey say the limit is the sky, but I'm sick of getting highI don't want to have to die, just to feel like I'm aliveI just wanna be I (I just wanna be)I wanna see me in your eyes againPut this love between your thighs wanna give another lifeI don't want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive againI just wanna live me life
