Original Luke
by Lupe Fiasco
Original Luke was a careless man, heart as hard as the Grand Coulee Dam.
With silos tall over great north gorge, a shadow in each hand, a shadow across the land.
With silos tall over great north gorge, a shadow in each hand, a shadow across the land.
Original Luke bartered better times, clanking round like a bag of wine.
His halo gone and his hat below, and antique in his prime.
A man so out of time.
His halo gone and his hat below, and antique in his prime.
A man so out of time.
I'm just trying to tell you how tired my soul is tired.
I'm just trying to tell you that the wires are all unwired.
My globe is rolling down and down, and my lost sould is so tired.
I'm just trying to tell you that the wires are all unwired.
My globe is rolling down and down, and my lost sould is so tired.
Luke was rund down by a coffee stand, a famous caffeinated brand.
He drove right down in a black manhole, a good girl in each hand.
A shadow across the land.
He drove right down in a black manhole, a good girl in each hand.
A shadow across the land.
Original luke guzzled gasoline.
He drank it down till his tube was clean.
Pine trees bent down to make a box for ashes and a dream.
There's nothing much between.
He drank it down till his tube was clean.
Pine trees bent down to make a box for ashes and a dream.
There's nothing much between.