Exile - The Only One lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] Check it I was a n***a in my younger days I even went through the phase as an angry a** black man I played the pan-african for a week Until I rocked up in Seattle when that racist sh** 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 cam shot 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 myself trying to follow men Reading books to fill this hollow skin Couldn't swim till they found me on 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 thinner than I am now And that's a sin, but religion isn't in me anymore So the Lord doesn't care if I'm sore Cause I'm bored Sick of thinking what I'm here for I'm not sure? I'm trying to be content with that, but f** 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... [Hook] 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 my life. (To the, to the) [Bridge: Jimetta Rose] I am only one, one, one, one We are always one, one, one Look up to the sun, sun, sun, sun See that we are always one, one, one [Verse 2: Blu] I was a painter in my last lifetime Now I write rhymes like I fight crime, living life blind Trying to find peace... With this girl on my mind that can't find me Watching Amelie hoping I'mma 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), though I keep trying In these times when the peace of mind is not a goal It's a grave I be racing to it holding hope. Rejecting change Cause the pain feels realer than the pleasure Rocking sweaters when the weather's sunny Funny fellow from the yellow But I watch so many foreign films, I feel foreign Every morning cooking full 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, till 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 sh**... aimless sh**, I must seem like I don't dream at all My mom says that I should draw again But I don't want a pen I just want to live, have kids, buy a crib like the old days Whatever happened to those days [Hook]