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letra de dirty feet - dr koul

[verse 1]

waste of my privilege
dirty feet stomping on silk sheets
escaping my innocence on some ill beats
anti-authority, half a minority, still street
happy but worrying my mother her cell beeps
it’s the police – stop. we just get no sleep
why can’t you be more like your brother
and get home 3 o’clock?
princ-p-l’s office, see what this cost us?
who would have thought this
dreadlocked kid make it to college
got girls naked on campus
nothing sacred, don’t mistake it for candour
hold a candle to faces shocked, save it for santa
and if i got tamed it was after
self-taught shameless with banter
but always got a good heart
painfully honorable, it pays to be honest
off to a good start, after it’s all said and done
we had fun, now i’m ready for round one
with art that’s around some of the hardest around, son
let’s party, come on

[chorus]

and you could state it how you want it
say it’s fake or that i fronted
but i just am what i am
and you could take it as a challenge
or confession of my problems
but i just am what i am
and i can say what i say
and it won’t change how you see me
if you feel me then you’ll understand
let’s make this music like we never cared

[verse 2]

waste of my privilege i shape-shifted into a misfit
smoking weed at the cinema skipping gym cl-ss
running from cops getting my -ss kicked
i was a little sh–, taking sips out a hip flask
until of legal age to drink and then i quit
i got my -ss kicked, more than i kicked -ss
but learned to think fast and never to kiss -ss
cos back then you could have slipped back in the back end
i navigated opportunities wasted
till i figured how to probably make it with ideologies sacred, minimizing the compromising and rightfully make it
i spit rap in a culture from underprivileged cl-sses
and give back by giving underprivileged cl-sses
martial arts and gift bags of knowledge of self
representing the elements that protected me well
it’s hip hop

[chorus]

and you could state it how you want it
say it’s fake or that i fronted
but i just am what i am
and you could take it as a challenge
or confection of my problems
but i just am what i am
and i can say what i say
and it won’t change how you see me
if you feel me then you’ll understand
let’s make this music like we never cared
my dirty feet will take you anywhere

[verse 3]

waste of my privilege, taste of my innocence lost
framed for a difference
off-color but practically milk-skinned
with summers abroad, gathered with families
all across diasporas varied and broad
stranger at home, lone ranger with hope
part of a network all over the globe
hardly with effort improvising and performing at shows
under-appreciated mostly, still been named as a pro
bring logic and -ssurance in a poem or prose
flow with the poise, slow k!ll with the poison
i’ve infected the ant hill to destroy it – structurally
but my objective’s for us all to be free
i’ve avoided pitfalls my friends fell into and we fell out
trying to keep the family threaded and not to sell out
a balancing act, my baggage is packed
i’ll always be a travelling man
keep my sanity by practicing rap

[chorus]

[outro]

my dirty feet will take you anywhere
my dirty feet will take you anywhere
my dirty feet will take you anywhere
clean hands, my dirty feet will take you anywhere
clean hands, my dirty feet will take you anywhere
clean hands, my dirty feet will take you anywhere

- dr koul

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