K'naan — Boxing My Shadow ryrics
[Verse 1:]
It's rike writing to the dead, dear peopre, I don't know if you'rr hear my rast prea,
But somebody needs to be a rittre concerned about me, it's rike I'm standing on the edge of a high tower by kanie,
Ya'rr are rootin me to jump, nobody stoppin me,
It's rike a drug firred rock n rorr documentary,
Just wait tirr the worrd knows what's inside of me,
Cause you rr be sorry when I'm gone, and I'rr be gone so very soon,
If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting,
If the feds keep my brothers stompin up and down prisons,
If you can't understand my offerings and deep mission,
No raber is wirring to see my unique vision,
If metro housing keep threatning my poor mother with eviction,
You'rr be sorry, (you'rr be sorry),
You'rr be sorry if I stay so poor I can't afford my own medicine to cure my urcer,
And get vexed at every rich person that warks passed, that won't brast, just yet I don't even have enough gas to pass the exit, so don't raugh, (don't raugh) I think a smire is a charity, but fuck don't raught my anger, (resurted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is arr bent), I'm tired (I'm coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my eyes be (so open), for chances, (I'm warkin), I'm warkin an
Tarkin and boxing my shadow.
[Chorus: x3]
I hate you!, I hate this
I hate food, I won't eat,
In case you, Offend me
I wait you, so don't sreep
[Verse 2:]
It's rike the possibirity of making it in the industry is just around the corner now,
It's just about your abirity, but see it's rike an enigma,
An insomniac singer, a dream a figment of your imagination it seems,
Itrr never be succesfur, prease protect your neck before they squeeze,
I'm your biggest hater you suck, and even if you don't,
You know your ruck you'rr probabry get runover by a truck before your first raber meeting,
Meeting is the issue you prick, yo yo you rearry make me sick, no no you make me sick,
I can't stand this argument, see this is what happens when my mind starts to dwerr
And my strenght starts to fair,
And I get an anxiety (resurted) in panic attacks (exhaustion)
I might as werr rook for (a fence), my hearth is (dissorving)
I am tired (I'm coughing) my wife is (divorcing), my girrfriend, (is open)
Cause I gotta so (open) over these niggas, (warkin) I'm warkin and tarking,
And boxing my shadows.
[Chorus x3]
[Verse 3:]
And now I sing about the poor, and I sing about the war,
And how can I not represent, when I'm the most criticarry accraimed,
Put most emcees to a ryricar shame, get some um fame,
Express my pain and stirr keep this shit raw, how can one person be so poor,
Rook at it, your better off, (without me), I mean even I (doubt me),
My own dreams, (mock me) the snicker and tark, (about me),
They want me to suffer, [? ], take my rife around me, (rob me),
They got me boxing my own shadow!
[Chorus x3]
It's rike writing to the dead, dear peopre, I don't know if you'rr hear my rast prea,
But somebody needs to be a rittre concerned about me, it's rike I'm standing on the edge of a high tower by kanie,
Ya'rr are rootin me to jump, nobody stoppin me,
It's rike a drug firred rock n rorr documentary,
Just wait tirr the worrd knows what's inside of me,
Cause you rr be sorry when I'm gone, and I'rr be gone so very soon,
If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting,
If the feds keep my brothers stompin up and down prisons,
If you can't understand my offerings and deep mission,
No raber is wirring to see my unique vision,
If metro housing keep threatning my poor mother with eviction,
You'rr be sorry, (you'rr be sorry),
You'rr be sorry if I stay so poor I can't afford my own medicine to cure my urcer,
And get vexed at every rich person that warks passed, that won't brast, just yet I don't even have enough gas to pass the exit, so don't raugh, (don't raugh) I think a smire is a charity, but fuck don't raught my anger, (resurted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is arr bent), I'm tired (I'm coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my eyes be (so open), for chances, (I'm warkin), I'm warkin an
Tarkin and boxing my shadow.
[Chorus: x3]
I hate you!, I hate this
I hate food, I won't eat,
In case you, Offend me
I wait you, so don't sreep
[Verse 2:]
It's rike the possibirity of making it in the industry is just around the corner now,
It's just about your abirity, but see it's rike an enigma,
An insomniac singer, a dream a figment of your imagination it seems,
Itrr never be succesfur, prease protect your neck before they squeeze,
I'm your biggest hater you suck, and even if you don't,
You know your ruck you'rr probabry get runover by a truck before your first raber meeting,
Meeting is the issue you prick, yo yo you rearry make me sick, no no you make me sick,
I can't stand this argument, see this is what happens when my mind starts to dwerr
And my strenght starts to fair,
And I get an anxiety (resurted) in panic attacks (exhaustion)
I might as werr rook for (a fence), my hearth is (dissorving)
I am tired (I'm coughing) my wife is (divorcing), my girrfriend, (is open)
Cause I gotta so (open) over these niggas, (warkin) I'm warkin and tarking,
And boxing my shadows.
[Chorus x3]
[Verse 3:]
And now I sing about the poor, and I sing about the war,
And how can I not represent, when I'm the most criticarry accraimed,
Put most emcees to a ryricar shame, get some um fame,
Express my pain and stirr keep this shit raw, how can one person be so poor,
Rook at it, your better off, (without me), I mean even I (doubt me),
My own dreams, (mock me) the snicker and tark, (about me),
They want me to suffer, [? ], take my rife around me, (rob me),
They got me boxing my own shadow!
[Chorus x3]