Lupe Fiasco - Unforgivable Youth Lyrics
[Featuring: Jason Evigian][Hook: Jason Evigan]This world, my heart, my soulThings that I don't knowThe icicles they growThey never let me goScars are left as proofBut tears they soak on throughThings I've doneMy youngMy unforgivable youth[Verse 1]With land on the horizon and passion in their eyes andWhat they think are islands are much more in their size andBountiful and plentiful and resource to provide themSupplies slim, morale once so heavily inside themNow steadily decliningReturn is not an option as necessity denies themWith this they choose to dive inNow along the shore and so aware of their arrivingAre the children of this land prepared to share in their survivingA pageantry of feathers stands his majesty with treasureNot the material things of kings that could never last foreverBut secrets of the spirit world and how to live in harmony togetherUnbeknownst to him his head would be the first that they would severAnd stuck up on a pike up along the beachKept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their beliefsAnd so began it here. And for five hundred yearsTorture, terror, fear 'til they nearly disappear[Hook]This world, my heart, my soulThings that I don't knowThe icicles they growThey never let me goScars are left as proofBut tears they soak on throughThings I've doneMy youngMy unforgivable youth[Verse 2]Ways and means from the trade of human beingsA slave labor force provides wealth to the machineAnd helps the new regime establish and expandUsing manifest destiny to siphon off the landFrom native caretakers who can barely understandHow can land be owned by another man?Warns, "One can not steal what was given as a gift;Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish?"But the lesson went unheeded, for the sake of what's not neededYou kill but do not eat itThe excessive and elitists don't repair it when they leave itThe forests's were cleared, the factories were builtAnd all mistakes will be repeated by your future generations doomed to pay for your mistreatmentsFoolishness and flaws, greed and needs and disagreementAnd then you rush to have the most, from the day you left your boatsYou'll starve but never die in a world of hungry ghosts[Hook]This world, my heart, my soulThings that I don't knowThe icicles they growThey never let me goScars are left as proofBut tears they soak on throughThings I've doneMy youngMy unforgivable youth[Verse 3]As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the eastA pit a hundred meters wide and a hundred meters deepThey discover ancient cars on even older streetsAnd a city well preserved and most likely at its peakA culture so advanced, and by condition of the teethThey can tell that they were civil, not barbaric in the leastA society at peace. With liberty and justice for allNeatly carved in what seems to be a wallThey would doubt that there was any starvation at allThat they pretty much had the poverty problem all solvedFrom the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for tradeEverything's so organized. They had to be well behavedAssumed they had clean energy, little to no enemiesVery honest leaders with overwhelming sympathiesReligions kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure outAnd this must be the templeThis White House[Hook]This world, my heart, my soulThings that I don't knowThe icicles they growThey never let me goScars are left as proofBut tears they soak on throughThings I've doneMy youngMy unforgivable youth
