Another day another custie, my story it must be,
Sick of hustling, sick of wondering when I’ll get busted,
I’m sick of being sick and sick of being frustrated,
Not sick of being Nick, but I am sick of waiting,
For my shot, so I’m taking it, the speed of sound, I’m breaking it,
So listen up and witness the beginning of some crazy shit,
I dream of making it, but lately I been hating this,
Dependency on penning these venomous paper statements,
And I wonder if it could be, too little, too late,
Fuck, I’m hungry enough to eat two plates,
But I got two sons and a wife its like,
Battlin two guns, with nothing but a knife,
You can’t win, it’s no flick there’s no stand-ins,
Just fam and no team, so no hands in,
No hand-outs for a rap stand-out,
So I’m picturing my son and wifey camped out.
No-one cares about me, cares about you,
Except you and yours, when you’re hungry and poor
You can’t expect me to care about you,
Where you’ve been and what it is you do
Cause no-one cares about you, cares about me,
Except me and mine, and that’s just, fine,
I don’t expect you to care about me,
Where I been or my whereabouts be.
I need to break free, go on tour and make beats,
What’s this album 3 after Shaving the Sheep,
It’s frustrating ‘cause everyone who hears me flips,
Yet here I sit, typing on this piece of shit,
Not liking how I’m fighting for a place to spit,
Can’t afford a mic cause wifey just had my kid,
So I’m at a crossroads, and I’m feeling no love,
Back to a wall that got tagged by Bone Thugs.
No-one cares about me, cares about you,
Except you and yours, when you’re hungry and poor
You can’t expect me to care about you,
Where you’ve been and what it is you do
Cause no-one cares about you, cares about me,
Except me and mine, and that’s just, fine,
I don’t expect you to care about me,
Where I been or my whereabouts be.
Who, what and where am I? Do you care?
I’m no-one, I’m nothing, I live nowhere,
I do not exist, you’re not really hearing, this,
Which doesn’t ever really spew from, my lips,
So it shouldn’t bother you a bit, if I bitch,
Should it, no it couldn’t cause I didn’t write, it,
So it must have been another with my likeness,
My brightness, or my need to guide the sight-less,
Or those walking in the darkness, light-less,
Before they fall down and wake up life-less.
Fall down and wake up life-less….
Fall down and wake up life-less….
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