Old Rock n Roll - Young Fathers

We living life like a bubble wrapped ape

She came to mind when I treble that bass

I’m tired of playing the good black

I said I’m tired of playing the good black

I’m tired of having to hold back

I’m tired of wearing this hallmark for some evils that happened way back

I’m tired of blaming the white man

His indiscretion don’t betray him

A black man can play him

Some white men are black men too

Niggah to them

A gentleman to you

Some white men are black men too

Some white men are black men too

Some white men are black men too

Niggah, Ohwae Owhae

Niggah, Ohwae Ohwae

Niggah, Ohwae Ohwae

Awake

Awake

Watch your body

Wash itself

Baptise baby

I bath in blood

Dare be told

I seldom do surrender

God forsaking no good do-good-er It’s all out

Out in the open

Looking for the wild one

Boy I’m fragile

Choke on bones while choking stone

You knock me or your miss me

Or you miss me

Or you miss me

Or you miss me

Or you miss me

Old rock n roll

Not what you’ve been sold

Congo square is open for business

I was there as god is my witness

There you fucking go

(So there you fucking go)