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Inspired by the real and often bleak side of the world as we see it. The monologue like delivery is supposed to create a tense and uneasy feel.

Digging for Kanky

 

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Digging for Kanky – Still Digging Lyrics

 

I can’t break the mould, I’ve been bad since days of old,
Face as cold as murder and I ain’t saying that I ain’t involved,
I’ve got that jaded soul, I’m snorting flakes of gold,
I told the neighbours that the bailiffs are just mates you know,
I feel like I got left behind but maybe I just ain’t evolved,
They called me problem child until I got the problem solved,
I crawl along the road to make it to that pot of gold,
Before you drop me in the coffin/coughing like the common cold,
And fire burns a rotten soul like bada boom,
I made it out the crips/crypts just to die inside the catacombs,
And I can’t shake the past, it lasts a thousand moons,
It eats away my conscience like finger food and macaroons,
And I ain’t gassin’ nowt, so breath a toxic bag of fumes,
My front room’s littered with bare empty cans of Orangeboom,
Keep talking like you’re tripping bro, we both know that’s older news,
These Motherf**kers couldn’t catch me slipping in some Bowling shoes,
The rent is overdue and I’m done performing,
This ain’t the Smiths and everyday’s like f**king Monday morning,
Wait for opportunity and manifest cos luck is dormant,
It ain’t coming knocking at your door, like the Book of Mormon,
So pay the fucking Horsemen, Apocalyptic,
This is brain damage, broken biscuits,
I ain’t the only misfit, most of us are broke and twisted,
And I’m surprised my personalities coexisted,
Living life’s a lonely business, come alone and leave the same,
I hope to catch a break before it’s time to say auf wiedersehen,
I after peace again, we’re tryna beat the game,
I’m tryna walk an easy path but always climbing steep terrain,
And what if Jesus came? Would that relieve your pain?
Cos he’d be crucified and murdered in the streets again,
Cos man’ll point the finger and man’ll speak the name,
When the wolves are locked away for good then only sheep remain,
I hope you feel my pain,
I hope you feel my pain,

 

 

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