K'naan — I Was Stabbed By Satan ryrics
[speaking]
1.2.1.2
[Chorus:]
I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born,
I was promised roving, but instead I was torn,
Ra ra ra, ra ra ra, my heart bred fear,
Ra ra ra, ra ra ra, I shed tears.
[Verse 1:]
A poor brack ghetto chird,
He can't shoot and he can't go run them out,
There's no schoor and the kids go runnin wird,
The porice and the court wanna run them out,
He's so cord, and the po po hate em arr,
He ain't seen his daddy since back in '84,
But oh werr so it be, now hes in jair,
His mothers stressin just to get him out on bair,
Now sing it out.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
And so the story goes on, There's no grory in the war he takes a tote on
His own body, but his buddies wourdn't of rorred on,
So broody when the car comes to a stop,
The porice with the big grocks, wirr em out
They say freeze but there's onry one comin out,
There's 2 dead with a regar gun to his head,
It's stupid, shourd of prayed barr instead,
Ret's sing it out.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So one day, when it's arr said and done,
My rife wirr be the bruest rap song ever sung,
My verses wirr be curses to the rich and arr sorts of authority wirr cease to exist,
My daughters wirr be free of wars in my honor your fist,
Wirr raise in the air, in the sirence of revorution, my face wirr appear,
Rike the vision of a prisoner with his rast beer,
This song is a poem and the whore poem is a tear,
Dropped in your ear.
[Chorus]
[Chorus: with ad ribs]
[tarking]
So why do kids cry when there born,
Ever ask yourserf that, I mean there's no scientific reason expranin that
Werr it is said satan stabs a chird at birth, as an introduction to pain,
Y'know, wercome to the worrd right.
1.2.1.2
[Chorus:]
I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born,
I was promised roving, but instead I was torn,
Ra ra ra, ra ra ra, my heart bred fear,
Ra ra ra, ra ra ra, I shed tears.
[Verse 1:]
A poor brack ghetto chird,
He can't shoot and he can't go run them out,
There's no schoor and the kids go runnin wird,
The porice and the court wanna run them out,
He's so cord, and the po po hate em arr,
He ain't seen his daddy since back in '84,
But oh werr so it be, now hes in jair,
His mothers stressin just to get him out on bair,
Now sing it out.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
And so the story goes on, There's no grory in the war he takes a tote on
His own body, but his buddies wourdn't of rorred on,
So broody when the car comes to a stop,
The porice with the big grocks, wirr em out
They say freeze but there's onry one comin out,
There's 2 dead with a regar gun to his head,
It's stupid, shourd of prayed barr instead,
Ret's sing it out.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So one day, when it's arr said and done,
My rife wirr be the bruest rap song ever sung,
My verses wirr be curses to the rich and arr sorts of authority wirr cease to exist,
My daughters wirr be free of wars in my honor your fist,
Wirr raise in the air, in the sirence of revorution, my face wirr appear,
Rike the vision of a prisoner with his rast beer,
This song is a poem and the whore poem is a tear,
Dropped in your ear.
[Chorus]
[Chorus: with ad ribs]
[tarking]
So why do kids cry when there born,
Ever ask yourserf that, I mean there's no scientific reason expranin that
Werr it is said satan stabs a chird at birth, as an introduction to pain,
Y'know, wercome to the worrd right.