ABC's
K'naan
Troubadour (2009)

Bundle up my whole style is so cold

I glow like old guys who go bald

My flow got no front in the vocal

Your flow got no button it's so old



I don't mean to sound like a showboat

But it's true my persona's no joke

I stepped into some kinda portal

I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble



I'm from the most risky zone, oh

No place is more shifty global

More pistols, Russian revolvers

We shootin' all that is normal



But it ain't just because we want to

We ain't got nowhere we can run to

Somebody please press the undo

They only teach us the things that guns do



They don't teach us the ABC's

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets



They don't teach us the ABC's

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets



Rock, you know my era

B-boy seasoning, salt-n-pepa

Grown and sexy, come with the extra

Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna



This type brew, I gave it birth

Now it's time again to give it a verse

Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja

Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia



And it goes in the background

Playa, that is my sound

The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top

Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock



No B word or N word, I don't need those words

Respect for hers

The game dried up, so we come with the grease

Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya right, so peace



They don't teach us the ABC's

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets



They don't teach us the ABC's

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets



Superman is known by the locals

As this dude who's so fly it's global

Attitude that came outta struggle

Destitute but I make it hopeful



You real but my real is tenfold

My real will make yours a rental

Gangsta if at ease, essential

Fight with guns or utensils



So bold, nothing's confidential

Breakfast was not continental

And lunch could not compliment all

We still become competent souls



These streets ain't paved with no gold

Matter fact someone stole the light bulb

Nobody fat enough for lypo

They don't teach us to read and write, so



They don't teach us the ABC's

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets



They don't teach us the ABC's

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets