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[Intro: Shad]
So in the end I guess the moral of the story is
That the war continues within us
Everyday
[Verse 1: Shad]
Another year in Toronto
Another drunk in a bar
Barf in a parkette
Another dunk for Demar
More junk of the hearts
Beats in the trunk of the car
On a hard drive
I'm talking from The Junction to Scarbs
Trump is in charge
And they trump up the charges
Told my man that maybe he should move up here
But we get bumped to the margins
Marved:
Many kids starved
Mumbling bars
We're numb to the numbers
Of people sleeping under the stars
Can't argue that the lump isn't large now
Greed is a sickness
Far worse than that lung full of SARS
We're number 1 in the charts
"Another Year" is a song by Shad from the album A Short Story About A War, released in 2018. The song was written by Eternia, Ian Kamau, Ricardo del Mundo, Shad.
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Planes and clouds in the skies
I wonder how much housing is used
Downtown under construction
Sounding loud and confused
An autumn walk through the park
Another heart fills with sorrow
From another shot in the dark
And yet, another tomorrow that we both didn't see
A disagreement turned argument that we both didn't need
You say that I never cared
Your arms are crossed on the couch
I'm gonna go get some air
Beyond the park I cross Jarvis and Front until Yonge
We're young, somewhat undone by the city we're from
An empty plate with no meal
A shining knife and a fork
The smartest artists all jump on a plane to New York
You tell me that I should settle
But I've been using my music
So you've been losing your voice
I feel the constant control
You feel the constant neglect
You're scared of developers aiming at our neighborhood next
And I feel the same people tasked with serve and protect
How do we walk in the city where the police are a threat?
If we object to the mention of being pushed to the edge
They politely ignore us, say we're driving a wedge
But our rent, it soars higher like the gulls by the lake
They either build or destroy
We either give or we take
I see your name with a face
Your arms closed over my shoulder
My hands woven on your waist
I hope that we never scar
Though we are licking the wounds
A thousand flowers in bloom
In a glass covered garden
Your sweet and sour Toronto
Helped me see in the dark
I feel these lines bubble up and overflow in my soul
I watch the wind when it caresses the limbs and tree branches Older than me
The city chopped them down last week
Now I'm mourning at the altar of these days gone by
I fill my glass up with could've been, should've been wine
And got drunk off the illusion of time
Entitled in the worst way
Living like my life is my own
We all thirsty, wonder why we don't feel whole
Slowly emerging, the evidence we out of control
It is our children that inherit this all
I want children in the worst way
Feel I should apologize though
Like I'm selfish or small-minded for not wanting much more
Or maybe it's too much to ask
Soaking up the curses and blessings of ancestors past
We don't see that too often
All my thirty-somethin' peoples look around and feel lost
I had a thought but the beat came back
I lost it, found in the music my senses get lost in
Rambling with wisdom that's older than all your logic
Words are not the ultimate
Feelings distort the optics
Spiritually led to follow wherever my heart is
And it took me on some detours
You wanna hear something relevant, something obvious
I'll tell you how my life got started
And this life ain't all there is
There's more to this than trending topics
You ain't hear me though, right?
Let my thoughts flow where the train go
Dundas to Bloor and Royal York to the bus—73C
Where my parents rest ain't the best
And everywhere I nest it feel like home when I get lost in this
Thank you for listening, my spirit can rest now
That last line just came back
It was "Had snow before Snow could rap"
Still feel a couple joints by him by the way
Bottom of that playlist that I hide away
OK, what was I trying to say?
On the inside been making big strides: Giannis
Not just making the Bucks or the big time
Then sit and sip wine from this vine
Anyways, this is what it means to me to live
Guess I'm still singing the same song
The only thing I can say without lying
I wish I knew a seed that could grow without dying
Look you in the eyes and smile without crying
Funny things is, I was trying to tell a joke this whole time
I think that I've been trying to say goodbye
Well I'm open to surprise
Once I was baptized in the ocean in a storm
In front of every force that wants to see me conform
And in front of every crowd that wants to see me perform
Every night, every morning I'm reborn
Transformed in this war-torn
Shad
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