Still Digging
Journey through Shadows: Unraveling Digging for Kanky's 'Still Digging' Tale
Lyrics
I can't break the mould, I've been bad since days of old,
I cannot escape my established identity; I've been rebellious since ancient times.
Face as cold as murder and I ain't saying that I ain't involved,
My demeanor is as unfeeling as a murder, and I am not denying my involvement in it.
I've got that jaded soul, I'm snorting flakes of gold,
I possess a world-weary soul, and I indulge in the use of drugs (snorting flakes of gold).
I told the neighbours that the bailiffs are just mates you know,
I informed my neighbors that the people claiming debts are just friends.
I feel like I got left behind but maybe I just ain't evolved,
I feel like I've been left behind in life, but maybe I just haven't evolved.
They called me problem child until I got the problem solved,
People labeled me a troublemaker until I resolved the issues.
I crawl along the road to make it to that pot of gold,
I struggle through challenges to reach a metaphorical pot of gold.
Before you drop me in the coffin/coughing like the common cold,
Before I'm laid in a coffin, facing death like a common illness (cold).
And fire burns a rotten soul like bada boom,
Intense experiences can purify a corrupted soul dramatically.
I made it out the crips/crypts just to die inside the catacombs,
I escaped dangerous situations only to face a different form of death.
And I can't shake the past, it lasts a thousand moons,
The past clings to me, lasting for a very long time.
It eats away my conscience like finger food and macaroons,
The past erodes my conscience like a snack, causing internal damage.
And I ain't gassin' nowt, so breath a toxic bag of fumes,
I'm not exaggerating; my words carry a harmful and toxic impact.
My front room's littered with bare empty cans of Orangeboom,
My living space is filled with discarded cans of Orangeboom beer.
Keep talking like you're tripping bro, we both know that's older news,
Don't pretend to be unaware of the truth; we both know it's not new.
These Motherf**kers couldn't catch me slipping in some Bowling shoes,
Those who oppose me couldn't catch me off guard, even in clumsy situations.
The rent is overdue and I'm done performing,
I owe rent, and I'm tired of putting on a performance.
This ain't the Smiths and everyday's like f**king Monday morning,
My life feels monotonous, resembling the difficulty of a Monday morning.
Wait for opportunity and manifest cos luck is dormant,
Success requires active waiting and manifestation because luck is currently inactive.
It ain't coming knocking at your door, like the Book of Mormon,
Opportunities won't come to you; you must actively seek them.
So pay the fucking Horsemen, Apocalyptic,
Pay attention to impending doom and chaos; it's a mental challenge.
This is brain damage, broken biscuits,
This is a mentally damaging situation, akin to broken biscuits.
I ain't the only misfit, most of us are broke and twisted,
I'm not the only outsider; many of us are both financially and mentally broken.
And I'm surprised my personalities coexisted,
It's surprising that my different personalities can coexist.
Living life's a lonely business, come alone and leave the same,
Life is isolating, and people enter and leave it alone.
I hope to catch a break before it's time to say auf wiedersehen,
I hope for a positive turn of events before bidding farewell.
I after peace again, we're tryna beat the game,
I'm seeking peace again, attempting to overcome life's challenges.
I'm tryna walk an easy path but always climbing steep terrain,
I aim for an easy life, but challenges persist.
And what if Jesus came? Would that relieve your pain?
If Jesus were to return, would it bring relief or result in his suffering again?
Cos he'd be crucified and murdered in the streets again,
People would crucify and harm him again in the streets.
Cos man'll point the finger and man'll speak the name,
People blame and speak ill of others, especially when the real threat is gone.
When the wolves are locked away for good then only sheep remain,
Once the dangerous individuals are removed, only the vulnerable remain.
I hope you feel my pain,
I want you to empathize with my suffering.
I hope you feel my pain,
I want you to understand the depth of my pain.
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