letra de roll credits - sans
[verse 1: sans]
i was a young poet, dreams to be great
stuck at wahoo’s dishwashing, cleaning the plates
quit the job, went all in pursuing the dream
hawaiislam, youngest champion ever at nineteen
graduated and left, harvard all in my brain
came back to debate, like rocky i train
best ever to do it: slam, rap and debate
juggle three d-mn talents, ego massive as satan
lecturer in a class, columnist with the pen
scholar citing the greats: jay, biggie and em
ohtoro fed me the rhythm, mama read me thе books
claude taught me to surf, how could i evеr be shook
call me the bard of the fifty, put on a show
nu‘uanu’s finest in the valley i grow
been been around the globe, i continue to roam
was at sea for a minute, but the kid has come home
ten years in the game and it’s going to plan
dr. higa soon but i’ll forever be sans
ten years in the game and it’s going to plan
dr. higa soon but i’ll forever be sans
and that’s it
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