Song | I Was Stabbed by Satan |
Artist | K'Naan |
Album | The Dusty Foot Philosopher |
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作曲 : Eaton, K'Naan, Warsame, West | |
(chorus) | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My heart bled fear | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My eyes shed tears | |
A poor black ghetto child | |
He can't shoot and he can't go run a mile | |
There's no school | |
And the kids go running wild | |
The police and the courts want to run 'em out | |
He's so poor | |
And the po poor hate him more | |
He ain't seen his daddy since back in '84 | |
But, oh well, | |
So it be now he's in jail | |
His mother's stressing just to get him out on bail | |
Now sing it out | |
(chorus) | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My heart bled fear | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My eyes shed tears | |
And so this story goes on | |
There's no glory | |
And the worry takes a toll on | |
His own body | |
But his buddies want to roll on | |
So bloody when the car comes to a stop | |
The police with the big glocks want 'em out | |
They say freeze | |
But there's only one coming out | |
There's two dead | |
With a legal gun to his head | |
It's stupid | |
He should've played ball instead | |
Now sing it out | |
(chorus) | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My heart bled fear | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My eyes shed tears | |
So one day when it's all said and done | |
My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung | |
My verses will be curses to the rich | |
And all sorts of authority will cease to exist | |
My daughters will be free of war and my honey of fist | |
And in my honour fists will raise in the air | |
In the silence of revolution my face will appear | |
Like the vision of a prisonner | |
With his last bed | |
This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear | |
Drop to me no ear | |
(chorus) | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My heart bled fear | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My eyes shed tears | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My heart bled fear | |
La-la-la La-la-la | |
My eyes shed tears | |
(spoken) | |
So why do kids cry when they're born? | |
Ever ask yourself that? | |
I mean, there's no scientifical reason explaining that. | |
Well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth | |
As an introduction to pain. | |
You know, welcome to the world, right? |
zuo qu : Eaton, K' Naan, Warsame, West | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
A poor black ghetto child | |
He can' t shoot and he can' t go run a mile | |
There' s no school | |
And the kids go running wild | |
The police and the courts want to run ' em out | |
He' s so poor | |
And the po poor hate him more | |
He ain' t seen his daddy since back in ' 84 | |
But, oh well, | |
So it be now he' s in jail | |
His mother' s stressing just to get him out on bail | |
Now sing it out | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
And so this story goes on | |
There' s no glory | |
And the worry takes a toll on | |
His own body | |
But his buddies want to roll on | |
So bloody when the car comes to a stop | |
The police with the big glocks want ' em out | |
They say freeze | |
But there' s only one coming out | |
There' s two dead | |
With a legal gun to his head | |
It' s stupid | |
He should' ve played ball instead | |
Now sing it out | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
So one day when it' s all said and done | |
My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung | |
My verses will be curses to the rich | |
And all sorts of authority will cease to exist | |
My daughters will be free of war and my honey of fist | |
And in my honour fists will raise in the air | |
In the silence of revolution my face will appear | |
Like the vision of a prisonner | |
With his last bed | |
This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear | |
Drop to me no ear | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
spoken | |
So why do kids cry when they' re born? | |
Ever ask yourself that? | |
I mean, there' s no scientifical reason explaining that. | |
Well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth | |
As an introduction to pain. | |
You know, welcome to the world, right? |
zuò qǔ : Eaton, K' Naan, Warsame, West | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
A poor black ghetto child | |
He can' t shoot and he can' t go run a mile | |
There' s no school | |
And the kids go running wild | |
The police and the courts want to run ' em out | |
He' s so poor | |
And the po poor hate him more | |
He ain' t seen his daddy since back in ' 84 | |
But, oh well, | |
So it be now he' s in jail | |
His mother' s stressing just to get him out on bail | |
Now sing it out | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
And so this story goes on | |
There' s no glory | |
And the worry takes a toll on | |
His own body | |
But his buddies want to roll on | |
So bloody when the car comes to a stop | |
The police with the big glocks want ' em out | |
They say freeze | |
But there' s only one coming out | |
There' s two dead | |
With a legal gun to his head | |
It' s stupid | |
He should' ve played ball instead | |
Now sing it out | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
So one day when it' s all said and done | |
My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung | |
My verses will be curses to the rich | |
And all sorts of authority will cease to exist | |
My daughters will be free of war and my honey of fist | |
And in my honour fists will raise in the air | |
In the silence of revolution my face will appear | |
Like the vision of a prisonner | |
With his last bed | |
This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear | |
Drop to me no ear | |
chorus | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
I was stabbed by Satan | |
On the day that I was born | |
I was promised loving | |
But instead I was torn | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My heart bled fear | |
Lalala Lalala | |
My eyes shed tears | |
spoken | |
So why do kids cry when they' re born? | |
Ever ask yourself that? | |
I mean, there' s no scientifical reason explaining that. | |
Well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth | |
As an introduction to pain. | |
You know, welcome to the world, right? |