You cannot console me, please don’t even try to,
I been kicked and pissed on, disrespected, lied to,
Care I been too high to, play my pain on itunes,
Pour a glass of homicide, this some shit to die to.
Cause I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time
I don’t really like much, lots more that I hate,
World upon my shoulders, - planets worth in weight,
But I don’t feel the pressure, forever been the case,
I don’t even do drugs and I can’t feel my face,
I don’t even feel God, I ain’t feeling faith,
Took a shot of whiskey, holy water chase.
Driving through a crosswalk, and I don’t own a car,
Can’t remember how we got here, but baby here we are
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
I don’t really like much, lots less that I love,
Killing raps a long time, hands don’t fit the gloves,
We could burn it down now, party in the ash,
Dance among the rubble, burn the money in the trash,
Pour a glass of homicide; drink a glass of death,
I think I’m prolly gone inside, I’m only blood and breath,
Driving down the sidewalk, and I don’t own a car,
Can’t remember how we got here, but baby here we are
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
I don’t really like much; don’t got much to live for,
Wake up every morning thinking what did I have kids for?
Got five, almost had like six more,
Person I’m a piss poor, get sore, couldn’t give a shit more,
Apathy the path for me, unenthusiastically,
You asking me, everything I ever spit a masterpiece,
Driving through a festival and I don’t own a car,
Can’t remember how we got here, but baby here we are
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
No, I ain’t felt a thing in a long time,
credits
from SickSongs,
released June 1, 2018
Produced By: Madhattr (A. Tanton)
Written By: Ngajuana (N. Latella)
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