If Rap Gets Jealous K'naan

So good things come to those who wait
Sure, I've waited about pop-pop-pop-pop
That's four cousins shot!
I got grudges, let's discuss this
My music needs no touch ups
I got a long record of fuck ups
Trust me you don't know a past as weird as mine
Or a life as hard as mine
I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind
Whatever you want to call it is fine
But just listen, and don't prejudge
I don't want anyone dismissin' me as another thug
Or some shit like that
No Sir! If I fall I will get right back
I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue
And tell you straight forward, I'm poor
A refugee, been in prison and survived the war
I come from the most dangerous city in this universe
You're likely to get shot at birth!

So how can rap quench my thirst
I don't even hear verses no more
I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses
I don't see nobody operatin' shit anymore
I see nurses, fuck that! I'm gonna stay alive!
I'd rather do a stage dive!