| Song | I Was Stabbed by Satan |
| Artist | K'Naan |
| Album | The Dusty Foot Philosopher |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Eaton, K'Naan, Warsame, West | |
| (chorus) | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| A poor black ghetto child | |
| He can't shoot and he can't go run a mile | |
| There's no school | |
| And the kids go running wild | |
| The police and the courts want to run 'em out | |
| He's so poor | |
| And the po poor hate him more | |
| He ain't seen his daddy since back in '84 | |
| But, oh well, | |
| So it be now he's in jail | |
| His mother's stressing just to get him out on bail | |
| Now sing it out | |
| (chorus) | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| And so this story goes on | |
| There's no glory | |
| And the worry takes a toll on | |
| His own body | |
| But his buddies want to roll on | |
| So bloody when the car comes to a stop | |
| The police with the big glocks want 'em out | |
| They say freeze | |
| But there's only one coming out | |
| There's two dead | |
| With a legal gun to his head | |
| It's stupid | |
| He should've played ball instead | |
| Now sing it out | |
| (chorus) | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| So one day when it's all said and done | |
| My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung | |
| My verses will be curses to the rich | |
| And all sorts of authority will cease to exist | |
| My daughters will be free of war and my honey of fist | |
| And in my honour fists will raise in the air | |
| In the silence of revolution my face will appear | |
| Like the vision of a prisonner | |
| With his last bed | |
| This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear | |
| Drop to me no ear | |
| (chorus) | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| La-la-la La-la-la | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| (spoken) | |
| So why do kids cry when they're born? | |
| Ever ask yourself that? | |
| I mean, there's no scientifical reason explaining that. | |
| Well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth | |
| As an introduction to pain. | |
| You know, welcome to the world, right? |
| zuo qu : Eaton, K' Naan, Warsame, West | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| A poor black ghetto child | |
| He can' t shoot and he can' t go run a mile | |
| There' s no school | |
| And the kids go running wild | |
| The police and the courts want to run ' em out | |
| He' s so poor | |
| And the po poor hate him more | |
| He ain' t seen his daddy since back in ' 84 | |
| But, oh well, | |
| So it be now he' s in jail | |
| His mother' s stressing just to get him out on bail | |
| Now sing it out | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| And so this story goes on | |
| There' s no glory | |
| And the worry takes a toll on | |
| His own body | |
| But his buddies want to roll on | |
| So bloody when the car comes to a stop | |
| The police with the big glocks want ' em out | |
| They say freeze | |
| But there' s only one coming out | |
| There' s two dead | |
| With a legal gun to his head | |
| It' s stupid | |
| He should' ve played ball instead | |
| Now sing it out | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| So one day when it' s all said and done | |
| My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung | |
| My verses will be curses to the rich | |
| And all sorts of authority will cease to exist | |
| My daughters will be free of war and my honey of fist | |
| And in my honour fists will raise in the air | |
| In the silence of revolution my face will appear | |
| Like the vision of a prisonner | |
| With his last bed | |
| This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear | |
| Drop to me no ear | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| spoken | |
| So why do kids cry when they' re born? | |
| Ever ask yourself that? | |
| I mean, there' s no scientifical reason explaining that. | |
| Well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth | |
| As an introduction to pain. | |
| You know, welcome to the world, right? |
| zuò qǔ : Eaton, K' Naan, Warsame, West | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| A poor black ghetto child | |
| He can' t shoot and he can' t go run a mile | |
| There' s no school | |
| And the kids go running wild | |
| The police and the courts want to run ' em out | |
| He' s so poor | |
| And the po poor hate him more | |
| He ain' t seen his daddy since back in ' 84 | |
| But, oh well, | |
| So it be now he' s in jail | |
| His mother' s stressing just to get him out on bail | |
| Now sing it out | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| And so this story goes on | |
| There' s no glory | |
| And the worry takes a toll on | |
| His own body | |
| But his buddies want to roll on | |
| So bloody when the car comes to a stop | |
| The police with the big glocks want ' em out | |
| They say freeze | |
| But there' s only one coming out | |
| There' s two dead | |
| With a legal gun to his head | |
| It' s stupid | |
| He should' ve played ball instead | |
| Now sing it out | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| So one day when it' s all said and done | |
| My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung | |
| My verses will be curses to the rich | |
| And all sorts of authority will cease to exist | |
| My daughters will be free of war and my honey of fist | |
| And in my honour fists will raise in the air | |
| In the silence of revolution my face will appear | |
| Like the vision of a prisonner | |
| With his last bed | |
| This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear | |
| Drop to me no ear | |
| chorus | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| I was stabbed by Satan | |
| On the day that I was born | |
| I was promised loving | |
| But instead I was torn | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My heart bled fear | |
| Lalala Lalala | |
| My eyes shed tears | |
| spoken | |
| So why do kids cry when they' re born? | |
| Ever ask yourself that? | |
| I mean, there' s no scientifical reason explaining that. | |
| Well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth | |
| As an introduction to pain. | |
| You know, welcome to the world, right? |