My family’s starving; the best is all behind us,
And the only way that we’re alive is other people’s kindness,
There’s many others like us, but this is how the times is,
Cause many people here could help, but choose to live in blindness,
I wanna go school, but, rebels took the school bus,
And this is nothing new, but, walking with no shoes sucks,
I’m from a place where, at nine, they hand nines,
To kids, who; by ten have all learned to plant mines,
Sick and sadistic, welcome to the district,
Here you’ll find the losers and the killers and the misfits,
Never heard of Santa Claus, never seen a Christmas,
Never had a birthday, made a lot of wishes,
None of em have come true, it don’t make me confused,
Though, cause I’ve never really known it could be different,
I’ve heard a million voices scream “There’s nothing in the kitchen”,
And this is how I know nobody’s listening...
I don’t know how long it’s been,
Since I been up, I wanna win,
But life just chokes me, hold me down,
Keeps my feet stuck to the ground, I
Don’t know how long it’s been,
Since I been up, I wanna win,
But life just chokes me, holds me down,
Holds me down...
Still I grind, still I’m trying to persevere,
Sometimes I, feel like I’m, the only person near,
It used to be so dark, but now the way is clear,
I see daylight, I see daylight.
I’m getting older; I could become a soldier,
I’m twelve now and every year, winter’s getting colder,
My building’s got no windows, neither does it doors,
Neither does it walls, neither does it floors, need I tell you more?
Okay, Mother’s pregnant, Father died at war,
Brother’s lame, Uncle came and sold my sister as a whore,
I get spat on by the upper class; I don’t know what’s up with that,
Corn and lima beans for meals, suffering this succotash,
Every single day’s the same, not what you’d consider plain,
But this is all I’ve ever known, I don’t even hope it change,
No-one I know ever cries, not even when someone dies,
Frozen hearts just freeze the tears before they ever reach our eyes,
Tragedy is commonplace, savagery is etiquette,
Casualties are casually accepted and better yet,
The rich gave us ‘The doomed’ as our epithet,
The government ignores us, some abhor us and the rest forget.
(Bridge)
Uh, and my mother used to say,
That the darkest dark’s forever been nothing to the day,
Told me not to cry, told me crying doesn’t help,
‘Cause the dead can’t hear it, you’re just crying to yourself,
Uh, and my mother used to say,
That the darkest dark’s forever been nothing to the day,
Told me not to cry, told me crying doesn’t help,
‘Cause the dead can’t hear it, you’re just crying to yourself,
I don’t know how long it’s been,
Since I been up, I wanna win,
But life just chokes me, hold me down,
Keeps my feet stuck to the ground, I
Don’t know how long it’s been,
Since I been up, I wanna win,
But life just chokes me, holds me down,
Holds me down...
Still I grind, still I’m trying to persevere,
Sometimes I, feel like I’m, the only person near,
It used to be so dark, but now the way is clear,
I see daylight, I see daylight.
It’s been a year since I joined the rebels,
Only six months in and they gave me medals,
‘Bout a month ago, I thought that I had maybe settled,
And then I killed a child and became a baby Devil,
And ever since, I’ve been waiting for my chance to leave,
I’ve had a chance to see, things you wish you can’t believe,
And if my mother saw me now, she’d say “this can’t be you”,
Good thing she’s dead, because I’d have to say I can’t agree,
I’m next on watch though, soon as they sleep, I’m bout to vanish,
I’m out and doubt they’ll catch me, with six hours advantage,
I’m headed for sea, better I leave; it’s time to go away,
A nothing, turned soldier, turned killer, turned stowaway,
Jump aboard a cargo ship, next: The United States,
Can’t believe it’s working out, thinking that I’m finally safe,
Bout to get a blank slate, finally I can see the light,
As long as I don’t get caught, I think that I’ma be alright
Hook
credits
from Segments: The Mixtape,
released June 22, 2012
Lyrics: N. Latella
Production by: PnT WorldWyde,
Tracked, Mixed & Mastered by: Fresh Kils
Hosted by: The Come Up Show
All Cuts by: DJ Doubledown
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana
