These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
I see life in many shades of grey, I’m never happy,
And I’m writing you this letter, hoping that you’ll come and take away,
The pain that you have left me with, sorry and sad,
Like a robber nabbed, partner left me holding the bag,
You see my point of view as twisted, my talent as a sickness,
Even when I’m fitting in, you treat me like a misfit,
Even though I’m gifted, you need to keep me distant,
You hate my existence, even though you’ve missed it,
I don’t know myself, yet you act like you know me,
First you cast me out, now you’ve out-grown me?
Please, you’ll never have the satisfaction,
Of knowing that you’re right, one day I’m going platinum,
I’m gonna be a star, I’ve never been a thing,
I don’t care if I’m a star I wanna be the king,
I was born for this, live for this breathe for this passion,
You’ll die not knowing life, that’s just tragic.
These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
You think I waste my days, I think you waste your breath,
You want to be respected; I want to be the best,
You wish you weren’t you; I’m trying to be me,
It’s ironic ain’t it? You were the one to teach me,
And now, I’ll be the one to teach you,
Bridge the gap between us; I’ll be the one to reach you,
In your view, I am the one beneath you,
That proves, you’re at least, twice blinder than see-through,
Vampire, when my light shines it’ll eat through,
Your lifeline, it just might kill you to see proof,
That he who you speak to so disrespectfully,
Is lethal at what he choose to do professionally,
Uh, how’d we ever turn to what we are?
When we could have been so much, how’d we let it get so far?
I mean, our interaction is sub-par,
We’re supposed to be close, so how’d we get so far apart?
These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
I’m just hoping that you’ll save the day; you can pick the date,
That you want to save my life, I see no escape,
And you ain’t gotta dress up, so you can skip the cape,
I just need your support, my life’s in disarray,
I need to get away, that sounds familiar,
Without an ounce of filler, this is me sans familia,
As I sit here, blazed, at this desk just spacing,
I can see I’ve been frozen out, extricated,
And it drives me to try and be the next to make it,
But your pessimism drags me to depths amazing,
We don’t ever know when we’ll go, it’s so true,
That’s why it’s so dumb, my foe is you,
Woe is you, you have to live with the facts,
Me? I just gotta’ live with the past,
If this is what you call life, can I give it back?
Are there refunds on life? I’d rather get the cash.
These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
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