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Description
Every line sounds like a prayer uttered through clenched teeth. The world here is gray and noisy, steeped in guilt, loss, and fatigue - but somewhere amid these ruins, pride still smolders, like the last cigarette in the cold. Inside, there is a heaviness that cannot be escaped, but also cannot be drowned: just stand, clench your fists, and exhale upward, where perhaps someone will hear you.
There is no pathos here, only scorched honesty. When the pain no longer stings, but simply lives under the skin, like a scar that has stopped itching. Everything has collapsed, but the voice remains steady, as if the person has already gone through hell and is now watching the flames without blinking. And in this calm hopelessness there is strength - because there is nowhere lower to fall, which means the only way is up.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Say hello to the Lord with my sincerest regards.
Water rising in tide of troubled waters we cross into the fire and frost when the desire is lost.
Is it survivor's remorse that raised higher the cost?
During the year of the horse, I had so much to resolve. It hung me over, I was fearing the hair of the dog.
They killed my homie, I was there when they carried him off.
When we buried him, we wrapped him in Nigerian cloth. They told a story 'bout him having a malaria cough.
They tried to say he had a weapon that was clearly a toy.
I hold the fury so they fear me, but it nearly was lost.
Expecting me to be forgiving like it really was squashed. But I have seen so much that I can never be hushed.
I've been the bearer of a burden that is heavy as fuck.
I'm pure legacy, incredibly, I'll never be touched. It ain't nowhere to go from here but up.
Why must I feel so low to the ground, low to the ground? Oh.
Why does it feel so low to the ground?
Oh. Oh.
I see it on the walls.
I want to believe it will never settle down.
Oh.
Don't know the answer.
Wore out the quest.
Never felt alone like this before.
I've seen a culture decline while we were all in denial, and seen a murderer smile as he was brought into trial.
I watched the vultures circle, awaiting the fall of a child, and canines devoured alive, the call of the wild.
I couldn't accept the charge for the call of the void, or for progress destroyed over Darwin and Freud.
Survival totally could depend on the toss of a coin, or upon which organization allows you to join.
I live on the borderline like a ditch water blind, or like Malcolm shooting up the heads of the Autobahn.
I caught a vibe, I would've taken it some sort of sign where I'm more aligned, but I was running so short of time. And I have felt so much that I am numb to the touch.
When their assumptions make it hard for me to function, it's rough 'cause every something I ever wanted was once in my clutch, so ain't nowhere to go from here but up.
Why must I feel so low to the ground, low to the ground?
Oh.
Why does it feel so low to the ground?
Oh.
Oh. I see it on the walls.
I want to believe it will never settle down.
Oh.
Don't know the answer.
Wore out the quest.
Never felt alone like this before.