I want to shout out my man Lou Burna for always encouraging me to say what I want to say, and for striving to continue pushing the boundaries creatively. I remember we were riding around in his whip, and he threw on the beat, and I instantly started saying, "I'm a Bad Man momma".... Lou said, "yeah, that's it!" And whenever he approves and is genuinely feeling it, I'm immediately empowered to take the gloves off and go for it.
I was told by somebody in the industry that this song would never work at a live show, because of the "repetitive vocal sample". So when we were doing the Citizen Cane shows I strayed away from performing it. But as we started doing shows around the Lou Cane release, we performed it and received an overwhelming response. So what did I learn from that? Go with your gut, do you, and fuck what others THINK they know. THE PEOPLE can always sense what's real. In fact that's what they want: genuine, unfiltered honesty
Lyrics (BAD MAN by Cane)
Was raised right, but grew up into a monster/
influenced by the music, the fluid and the ganja/
It wasnt you momma, pops did his job too/
you cant hide from the demons thats inside you/
Momma always said, "one of you boys is an addict"/
I dont know yet, guess I'm still working at it/
Still searching how to get out of this lifestyle/
wasting my days slaving got me turning to a night owl/
right out of a high, to a low/
ask me why? i dont know/
and i try to control/
but I cant get a hold of my anxiety still/
So I'm swimming in bottles while I'm fishing for pills/
I wish I could chill/
I'm a Bad Man momma...
My brother just had a baby/
I just got a maybe for a big gig, and shit they might pay me/
we all hype aint we YALL/
no it aint a new life, but this could be the new life that I been waiting on/
banking on something to change/
so I can give my family something to say/
so they aint blushing with shame/
when my name comes up in the conversation/
at another congregation, bet they bring me up in moderation/
so they aint stuck explaining
where I'm almost at, and why I'm never around/
and why I still aint settling down/
and my head is in the clouds/
I aint lettin up, but I'm lettin em down/
I need to put this medicine down/
I'm a Bad Man momma...
My brother just popped the question, I just popped a pill/
No it aint at no church, but my name is ringing bells/
i think I'm doing well, they think I'm in a well, just wishin/
to them I'm only on the net = swishin/
cuz they aint seen me in months, or heard my voice/
so they asking how I'm doin when they run into my boys/
running out of poise, I want em unaware/
I don't want em knowing I'm the son they wanna fear/
I'm hiding skeletons, my closet a haunted house/
I grab a pair of airs and they all are falling out/
all the thought about if I does or if I doesn't/
Got me buzzing running to another subtance/
I'm buggin/
I'm a Bad Man momma...
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