I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
My vision’s obscured, can I be cured?
Can’t see past my troublesome self, everything’s blurred,
Word, my skills are absurd, need to take verb,
Otherwise I surmise, I’ll spend my life on the serve,
The way I’ve lived, you would think I liked it in dirt,
Open your eye lids. My life has had me fighting since birth,
So I’m cursed, doomed to live forever through verse,
My soul will surf for the serfs, til the airwaves burst,
I’m alone here, eyes shut, tripping through my dark mind,
Tryna’ get my asteroid lit - give it some new-star shine,
Streets love me cause I’m many parts, two parts spine,
The game is fubar and me I do fubar fine,
I’m like two cars, driving when it’s too dark, flying,
On a collision course, no cops, the highways mine,
Can’t see clear, I hands free steer,
I need to get to where I’m going, cause it can’t be here.
I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
Directionless, head-spinning like exorcist,
Making music seem effortless, anxious to see my exodus,
Angry inside my chest, so I dangerously repress it,
It’s nagging to be expressed and it’s dragging me to depression,
But nobody knows I’m snapping, I’m close to the edge, an accident,
Waiting on a location that’s safe for me to have happened at,
The world went crazy, I said wait for me,
Had a dream I blew up and escaped this scene, awake now so let’s wait and see,
Never make believe! Me? More like take or thieve,
Maitre D, faithfully serving any fake emcee,
Is it my fate to be placed with the greats? Or majorly,
Disgraced, forsaken, looked over and hated tastelessly?
I’m on a pace to be, basically, King and Ace of these,
Jokers that I let play with me, chase me or face to face with me, hoping,
That they could take me, but lately this rage is making me,
Lose my sense of composure, my coolness and complacency’s over.
I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
Reel to reel my reality could fill a film,
Flame spitter, so hot, I probably could kill a kiln,
But my potential is doing nothing to kill the bills,
So I’m working harder to see to it that I still distill,
Ill is ill, better duck cause I fit the bill,
Yup, yup, still I’m stuck, fucked up and never chilled,
Happiness I never feel, darkness keeps me all in black,
Screaming at the voices, but the problem is they holler back,
Telling me I’m falling flat, failure, loser, all of that,
Self-destructing, schizophrenic, discontented, ball of rap,
Circling, but can’t go straight, which way, which way is up,
I cannot, I could not tell and my circle became a rut,
My rut became my cage my cage became my tomb,
My tomb became my inspiration, will be vacant soon,
I’ll rise again to flip the world off its axis,
I will resurrect and become God of this rap shit.
I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
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
