The Only One - Blu & Exile, Exile

I was a nigga in my younger days

I even went through the phase as an angry ass black man

I played the pan-african for a week

Until I rocked up in Seattle when that racist shit ceased

I met some sisters out in Mozambique, who asked me

What part of africa was my fam tree

It would have to be Réunion

An Island on the coast that was conquered by the French a long time ago

A true foe like I’m Francois

I gotta stand by my blood like BLOOD

Though I am not them

I pretend to be me, every now and then

Even though some days I wasn’t proud of kin?

I was childish then, found a style again

Lost my self trying to follow men

Reading books to fill this hollow skin

Couldn’t swim till they found me in the shallow end

Used to win back when I didn’t know how to win

And now I spend money, trying to get my smile grinning

Grim living foul feeling?

Not to sin, but religion isn’t in me anymore

So the lord doesn’t care if I’m sore

Sick of thinking what I’m here for

Trying to be content with that, but fuck that

I want my love back, my lust, my trust back

And keep this freedom I don’t wanna rap

I’m trying to be alive again

Wanna feel like I can fly again

They say the limit is the sky, but I’m sick of getting high

I don’t want to have to die, just to feel like I’m alive

I just wanna be I (I just wanna be)

I wanna see me in your eyes again

Put this love between your thighs wanna give another life

I don’t want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive

I just wanna live me life.

(To the, to the)

I was a painter in my last lifetime

Now I write rhymes like I fight crime, living life blind

Trying to find peace…

This girl on my mind that can’t find me

Watch Amelie

Hoping that I’m going to be the one that she finds

Can’t keep living life in rewind

I used to fast on the hog, now I eat swine

And can’t stop smoking (blunts)

Although I keep trying

In these times when the peace of mind is not a goal

I be racing to it holding hope.

Rejecting change

Because the pain feels realer than the pleasure

Rocking sweaters when the weather’s sunny

Funny fellow from the ghetto

I watch so many foreign films, I feel foreign

Every morning cooking four-course meals, like I’m starving

Hardly say grace or say «thanks for another day»

Even though I’m grateful I try to show it in other ways

I used to give bums change, til I changed

Kind of strange cause when I’m richer than I was when I gave

Got a gang of friends that I don’t call or hang with

Even though I know they on that same shit… aimless

Shit, I must seem like I don’t dream at all

My mom says that I should draw again

But I don’t want to pen

I just want to live, have kids, buy a crib like the old days

Whatever happend to…

Wanna feel like I can fly again

They say the limit is the sky, but I’m sick of getting high

I don’t want to have to die, just to feel like I’m alive

I just wanna be I (I just wanna be)

I wanna see me in your eyes again

Put this love between your thighs wanna give another life

I don’t want to have to die, (be)fore I get to feel alive again

I just wanna live me life