99/19 [English translation]
99/19 [English translation]
If we could swap places
Just for a single night
I could wet myself in my sleep
Of pure joy about not knowing how the world works
You say walking is easier in mine compared to yours
But it's just shoes, you fucking fool
What we used to be is dancing among the dead leaves
In the front of the block on Ekspresvejen1
Up the stairs to third floor
Where they cut a breather for fifty
Out of a hundred grams plate
And you, man, you should get a beating
So that you'll remember where you came from
It might be they celebrate you for being a pattern breaker2
In my eyes, you're a class traitor
And the block as always been warm
But for you, it just got a couple of degrees hotter
I hope it's worth all the money
That' you're isolated there now
Without any of your old boys with whom you may break bread
I know you're trying to make being a loner looks cool
But you shit, you've got to do that
'Cause you became everything we said we wouldn't
A fucking pacifist who thinks it takes courage to live cowardly
It's no wonder I chased an early death
When the alternative was growing up to become me
If we could swap places
Just for a single night
I could wet myself in my sleep
Of pure joy about not knowing how the world works
You say it's easier to walk in mine compared to yours
But it's just shoes, you fucking fool
The problem with moving forward in life
Not everyone you want to bring along has packed
And then you're so stuck yelling about a better life
That the shit with guarantee stays nothing but talk
I refuse to believe you're that stupid when you romanticize
The best thing your parents could give you as the slum
Yes, no shit, man
It's the same as shitting on your own home
When you present yourself as social class five3
Who's a local patriot, willing to die
For a bit of a block which isn't in your name
And you're from the working class, but with without a work ethic
And pack animals eat leftovers, so you're always hungry
With a Rolex on each arm, a hoe in every port
And a fucking liquidity problem once a week
While facetted Italian gems makes our son's eyes brighten up
When we eat caviar in the living room
If we could swap places
Just for a single night
I could wet myself in my sleep
Of pure joy about not knowing how the world works
You say it's easier to walk in mine compared to yours
But it's just shoes, you fucking fool
I swear by everything I hold dear
That I never could regret something which has formed my world
So fuck their funny rap names and AKA's
All I'm trying to be is a little truthful
There's no discussion about imitation
Nothing over the top, this is the art of living
So they can think whatever they want
As they break their shoulders
When they weigh and evaluate every word I wrote
Since I said, "Grandma; I've started rapping"
She responded, "What kind of nonsense is this?
How do you intend on paying rent now?
But if you must, you should use your initials
Like your uncles and father before you"
I'm Susan's son, Dermot's boy
Grew up in an Aarhus which has been culturally enriched
Where it's a tradition to take one's firstborn's name
So I sign everything as Abu Constantin
1. Literally "Express Street"2. Someone who managed to get out of the social environment they grew up in.3. Uneducated workers
- Artist:L.O.C.
- Album:Ekkokammer