LEARN LYRICS

I'm calling you, answer

I swear, don't be stupid

I heard rumors

If you wanna take me out, you die

And not from a tumor

I'm not in the mood

I'm calling you, answer

I'm this close

To blowing a fuse

Beware the sleeping ego

Because the Devil

Isn't dead

I'm just a man

Who tries

To be better than yesterday

Nothing guarantees I'll make it

You hear me?

Nothing guarantees my reason

Beats my hate

You hear me?

Few things

Scare me

More than myself

I'm on a razor's edge

My impulses

Wage war on my duties

I feel too close to the fire

When I feel

Too far from God

This close

To blowing a fuse

This close

To making the lead speak

I've known you a long time

But you talk too much

This close to cutting ties

No

This close to cutting yours

If you betray me and threaten

My people's safety

Revenge

A dish best served frozen

This close to coming back strapped

This close

To smashing the barriers

To taking the lead

To cover my back

Family first

We'll see about my career

I can be vicious

Like a hustler from the struggle

This close to getting revenge

This close to spilling blood

This close

This close to diving in

This close to giving in

To my dark side

This close

This close to finding them

This close to lifting them

I'm this close to putting them down

To wrecking

Everything I've worked for

I'm this close

To going on the run

This close

This close

To catching a heavy sentence

Mom doesn't know it's going bad

I'm this close

This close

To making yours cry

I'm this close to snapping

Aiming at the head

Smashing all my plans

You have no idea

About the bad thoughts

I get hit with

Since they

Tried to get me

I think I'm having

Panic attacks

Yeah?

You tried getting help?

Me, go see a shrink?

You ever seen a Black dude

At a shrink's?

I'm not joking

I'm this close

About shooting into the crowd

I won't hesitate

If I don't have a choice

There's a Demba

Sleeping inside me

All my youth

I defied the State

In the name of the outcasts and pariahs

Like Hakim Sid

I come from the proletariat

We don't talk

At the station

Don't mess with me

Don't mess with me

Don't mess with me

Don't laugh with me

For refusing to comply

You get smoked by a scumbag

No witness, no case if you're not filmed

All your folks will have left

Are their eyes to cry

Each of our tears

Is flammable

This close to giving in

To macabre urges

They wanna dance

On our corpses

One fist, six to kill an Arab

The message is clear

For them, our lives

Aren't worth much

We got it

When you're at war

Against Russia

Don't come looking

For soldiers from the projects

I'm this close to leaving this country

That has nothing but contempt for us

They don't like what I believe

What I say, what I am

But they want half

Of what I earned

Students don't have enough

To eat

High schools without heating

You wonder where you are

Teacher shortage

But what keeps them busy

Is measuring the length

Of skirts

I'm this close to leaving this country

Of hypocrite racists

Jealous, bitter

They don't like what I believe

What I say, what I am

But they want half

Of what I earned

The State does nothing

To heal the divide

Those who have nothing

Pay the bill

Where are your petitions

For your pensions?

Under the riot cops' boots

I'm this close to punching the sheriff

To leaving my ride on the beltway

To setting the hood on fire

To putting on a yellow vest

I'm not joking

I'm this close

About shooting into the crowd

I won't hesitate if I don't have a choice

There's a Demba asleep inside me

All my youth, I defied the State

In the name of the outcasts and pariahs

Like Hakim Sid

I come from the proletariat

We don't talk

At the station

Don't mess with me

Don't mess with me

Don't mess with me

Don't laugh with me