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lirik lagu qway (first blower) – m.i.c (the master of inane conversation)

i had to go qway
i had to take time
i had to protect
the state of my mind
when searching for peace
but i did not find
i needed release
my brain was so fried
i had to get telt
of that there’s no doubt
i had to change area
i had to move house
i ended up south
the top of newcross
less white faces
across from my block (okay)
i had to escape
i had to lose mates
i’m not your hero
i had to drop cape
i had to shed weight
i had to refresh
i was in a state
i needed blackness
i mentioned before
i had to move ends
i had to lose friends
i will not pretend
like i’m without faults
but i had to lose them
i needed to be
in the black of ecm (okay)

i had to go qway
i had to take time
like korn i was blind
i had to cut ties
i needed to be
amongst my own kind
i needed to see
what black love was like
i needed restart
so i broke my own heart
the uninitiated might call it
self-sabotage
they don’t know lamar
they don’t know my past
i wanted to be
light-skin not dark
i was full of hate
i was full of anger
i had to take cues
from former black panthers
i was lost at sea
without any anchor
it felt like i had
no soul like a banker
i felt like refuse
because i suffered abuse
i was moving too loose
but you couldn’t laugh at my shoes
i felt so confused
i blew out my own fuse
i had to be alone
i had to be my own muse

i had to go qway
i had to take time
i had to be decisive
might come across as unkind
i’ve been emotionally disturbed
from the tender age of nine
and i grew up in the burbs
my youth left me traumatised (okay)
i went to some talks
i learnt from exchange
they made me feel strange
i needed a change
i listened to fubu
i listened to cranes
i listened to red
????
i knew i was broken
i had to be woken
i was sick of being
no more than a token
in a sunken place
a truer word has been spoken
the big lips on my face
they want to prod him and poke him
i want to lose girls
i only want to miss girls
anti-blackness is mental illness i watch the madness unfold
black people are a treasure
in the jewellery box they’re a pearl
i didn’t recognise this
until i was by myself (okay)

i had to go qway
i had to unlearn
prior to this
i felt i had a germ
things on my head
proverbial perm
grinding my t–th (while i sleep)
but i never gurn (okay)
i had to retreat
out of the atmosphere
i was scared at first
and was riddled with fear
shed so many tears
but since then i’ve gone clear
i’m gone from your life
i doubt that i will reappear

[outro] (4x)
i always felt poor
irrespective of pay
i know disarray
hence why i had to go quay

- m i c the master of inane conversation

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