Loyle Carner ft. John Agard - Georgetown Lyrics

Explain yuhself
Weh you mean when you say "half-caste"?
I listening to you wid di keen half of mi ear
And when I sleep at night I close half a eye
Consequently, I dream half a dream
And when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
Cast half a shadow
Be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem?
Seek introductions, favors, influences?
No, thank you
No, I thank you and, again, I thank you

Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow
Ready and raggo
Heart stays dodging from the arrow
Skin of my teeth, late nights I was paro
Sweet to the bone, to the marrow, the marshmallow
Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow
The sun was my ally, the night was my gallows
Uh, cooking up the chips in the tallow
Invisibility cloak like the hallows
Black like tobacco
Black like the lungs that my dad smoked away
In the days that the hate stayed narrow
I'm from the age where the hate seems macro
We keep a little oil in the afro, The Black Sparrow
Hit the high seas, straight like Sopranos
The streets still hot like Serrano, saran wrap
Around the bad taps so we had to grab the hose
Let the cold water flow over man's nose

Yeah, I'm black like the key on the piano
White like the keys on the piano
Low ammo, uh
Black like the key on the piano
White like the key on the piano

Fascinated by the pyramids
Masquerading as the infamous
Reminisce thirteen, back flipping and ninja kicks
Was emceeing but no one getting me into this
Been emceeing since I found out this shit exists
This shit that fills the pain as the wisdom spits
Out of the ink and drip, the feels of the wings unclipped
The beats I ripped 'til I got sent a batch of my own
Now I let the speakers bang out your home
Uh, let the words flow out my dome as a spoken poem
Let it levitate your zone
I'm the homegrown preacher
The creeper, Thai not sativa
But these days I wouldn't smoke either
S-o-b-e-r,, I take a breather
Pink lungs, yo, I got my mind looking cleaner
The deep sleeper, ayo, I came back sweeter
Can't lie, I'm still afraid of Grim Reaper
Uh, put another verse into the ether
I hit the corner giving twenty pounds to Peter

It's like that
Key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano
No ammo
Ayo, I'm white like the key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano
No ammo, uh

When Tchaikovsky sit down at di piano
And mix a black key with a white key
Is a half-caste symphony