Jay-B Bisgaard - A Donkey Named Cheetah lyrics

Chorus Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good Rapverse1 (Isam) How dare me! Me??? Assimilated Ya crazy! Cuz the gap between me and my dad is big Don't change me Fact is, I don't even speak his lingo Still call the place he left 30 years ago home I'm tired of this politics It's cut between 2 cultures Got them both bodied in my backyard like vultures Picture me rolling On a donkey named Cheetah With 2 barrels of water, let the waterman lead ya Either ya follow the drip drops or my Cheetahs dudu Either way kid, I'm living proof You will get through Enough cash to send grandma first cla** to Mecca First things first, ya know! Discipline playa Giving back to moms and pops for all these years Trying to raise a kid up here like they do down there Heads to the sky, clear - when it comes to my fam Groceries they know I supply in whatever demand Now can I live… Chorus Rapverse2 (Lenny) Esperanzados a que Yo caiga, y si caigo Sigo mi camino Yo me integro, no asimilo Ya he ganado suficiente Mis tatuajes los llevo hasta la muerte Mis ojos no ven todo No soy ejemplo de nada Las palabras a seguir las estrellas para admirar No las indico yo Si no puedo aprender no te puedo enseñar ¿Esta claro no? Que lo que digo y lo que hago aquí Es criticado, comparado, exagerado, así Que lo mejor es ignorar, superar y conseguir Lo importante para mí Translation: They're wishful thinking my downfall And if I fall I just keep it going my way Integrate, don't a**imilate I have allready won enough My tatoos I'll carry to the my grave My eyes don't see everything I'm not an example of anything The words to follow and the stars to admire It ain't me who indicate 'em If I can't learn how can I teach you It is clear, isn't it? That what I say And what I do here It's critized, compared and exaggerated, that's why The best is just to ignore Overcome and get what's important for me Chorus Rapverse3 (Majid) No thoughts just ma** confusion No rest we chase empty illusions Is it my mind thinking or my heart speaking Maybe I'm just stressed out It's probably that Mom's always yelling where you been And pop's saying rap ain't gon' pay the rent So stressed when I gotta do this sh** Cause at the same time I'm working 10 to 6 Many things on my mind I can't think straight Sometimes I wanna quit but maybe it's too late Or maybe I'm weak And far from debate Or maybe its just God pushing me towards my faith