radical ft. Roy Markson Lyrics

"Don't think, feel

It is like a finger pointing away to the moon

Don't concentrate on the finger

Or you will miss all that heavenly glory

Do you understand?"

Huh, I just wanna love myself

"Never take your eyes off your opponent, even when you bow"

Got me sick and tired

In a wig and tie

Never let me shine

Cuz I'm way too shy

Complain 'bout my life

Cuz I got the time

Does that make it wrong?

Is that radical?

Got me sick and tired, to watch the world float by

Sipping on a lie

Am I even alive?

Forced to hush my mouth

To never spit thoughts out

Where's my idols?

How's that radical?

See, I'm walking down a long lane

Behind me every single scene seems to share the same theme

Stars are shooting by and I feel bad for seeking fame

But how these Asian kids gon' know they allowed to claim their pain?

Everyday I share my blessings to the Pacs and Duvernays

When they finally see us you best understand they gon' parade

And then there's Brian, Bea, Deb and some the 88's

I'm pretty sure most don't know the other half these names

And that's all cool and it's okay, cuz that's gon' change

I see it now, I see a crowd, unfazed by names

A world away from all the pests

A parasite in a nice dress

We getting Oscars no more petting this our nest (for real man)

Grew up with comic books they gave me hope and well harassed

And today they love my chinky eyes where were you at?

How's Goku with black hair and pupils just a strong goofy?

But when he blonde with blue eyes, kapchagui that's legendary?

I wish my sisters wouldn't mask their faces with they hands

I wish my brothers wouldn't hide behind some weights to feel like men

I wish we finally got respect and not just be the model friends

I wish we burned our boxes stop riding on them trends

Cuz I ain't a POC i'm just non-white

I swear I ain't that angry, this not just spite

The boy in me still hurts inside

My name was ninja till the end of senior high

Hi

See

Growing up I didn't get much to look up to

I didn't have that many idols

Like the Bruce Lee's and the Jackie Chan's would be there but

Never be taken seriously like that

And today I speak up and

Some people think I'm radical for some reason

That's shit whack

Stop acting like you never hated

I appreciate it, but stop posing man

Got me sick and tired, to watch the world float by

Sipping on a lie

Am I even alive?

Forced to hush my mouth

To never spit thoughts out

Where's my idols?

How's that radical?

Got me sick and tired

In a wig and tie

Never let me shine

Cuz I'm way too shy

Complain 'bout my life

Cuz I got the time

Does that make it wrong?

How's that radical?

How's that radical?

How's that radical?

How's that radical?