Letras:
K Naan Dusty Foot Philosopher

: Basically, I got beef, I wanna talk to you directly, I Can?t ignore, I can't escape, and that's cause, you Affect me, you cripple me, you shackle

: So yea basicaly alot of people ask me how life was then... so here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me

: [Verse 1:] So good things comes for those wait, sure I've waited about pop pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this

: So - In the beginning there was hum from a poet whose pulse fell Drum drum drum! He would perform prayers and all till one day he heard a voice call

kwa vichwa zao empty Nikiwaambia hata waking'ara NiKE kwa usahihishi wa lyriksi hawataona hiyo tiki Mwafrika na K'naan Canada to Kenya Hatubabaiki Cause we doin' it like [Chorus] Mwafrika na K'Naan

: [Verse 1:] It's like writing to the dead, dear people, I don't know if you'll hear my last plea, But somebody needs to be a little concerned about

: [Verse 1:] Until the lion learns to speak The tales of hunting will be weak My poetry hales with in the streets My poetry fails to be discrete It travels

: I put a pen to the paper, This time as visual as possible, Guns blast at the hospital, The walls are white washed with tin rooftops, To show love you

so bright when I spit my lips glow, [Chorus] The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher