Testo Why Is That? - Mareko
Testo della canzone Why Is That? (Mareko), tratta dall'album White Sunday, Pt. 1 (Deluxe Edition)
Yeah, a new year
Dawn Raid Entertainment
The rapper, the marksman
I just wanna know why these people don't wanna see a
South Auckland fallen angel get back into the grace of God
Yeah, a million questions
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh
I try to persevere to keep my mind intact
Elevate beyond those times when my life's inside a trap
The same people that say your rhymes are phat
Rather see you lying flat with a knife inside your back
A select few are blinded by the cash
They be selling their souls to the devil like Spinal Tap
That same select few are quick to sign contracts
And hit the dotted line but forgot to find the facts
Ayo, absorbed the teachings by my dad
Kids'll shine, you gotta aim a stronger light right back
Your death was in God's final plans
I miss you pops, you taught me through me inside this trap
So why is that I really can't rewind it back
And say goodbye properly and exchange a final laugh?
There's infinite rhetorical questions but despite that fact
Ayo, I'm still moving forwards
So why is that every time my mind's on track
These minor things push me every time I try to stand?
And why is that when my crew recites a track
You smile then talk a lot of smack behind my back?
And why is that I don't retire rap
And become a teacher, a lawyer or a fireman?
Why is that? Why is that? Why is that? Why is that?
Why is that? Why is that? Yeah
I always get support by the fans
But I'm always double-crossed by my fams
When I almost have the world inside my hands
Man, these towering aspirations, they decide to crash
My little bros are now using lines and hash
If I find your stash for reals I'll make you buy it back
'Cause you ain't a thug just 'cause you inhale drugs
You think you're dope? The hardest peeps I know don't drink or smoke
I always hear the same old tired raps
By these super purists in fad chasers and designer hats
Ayo, my subconscious keeps on fighting back
Plus these alcoholic beverages, they make it twice as bad
It's messed up, my mind no longer writes me back
My final draft is probably sitting inside his trash
There's infinite rhetorical questions but despite that fact
Ayo, I'm still moving forwards
So why is that every time my mind's on track
These minor things push me every time I try to stand?
And why is that when my crew recites a track
You smile then talk a lot of smack behind my back?
And why is that I don't retire rap
And become a teacher, a lawyer or a fireman?
Why is that? Why is that? Why is that? Why is that?
Why is that? Why is that? Yeah
So why is that every time my mind's on track
These minor things push me every time I try to stand?
And why is that when my crew recites a track
You smile then talk a lot of smack behind my back?
And why is that I don't retire rap
And become a teacher, a lawyer or a fireman?
Why is that? Why is that? Why is that? Why is that?
Why is that? Why is that? Yeah
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Writer(s): Walter Dewgarde
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