Against All Odds
Day after day, I wait for them to come
To tell me to leave this place
For me to move along
I'm smiling but I'm looking down
Crying but I'm buying one, last, round
The people on the top who always
had somewhere to sleep
Are on their way to rip our license up
And take a long lunch, me I know that
Shit's about to hit the fan
But I'm just too exhausted to stand
We're on a dusty farm the men from
the bank are en route
The only language that that speak
Is tall white man in a suit
I never claimed I had all the answers
But I am in pursuit
Because they're on their way, and we can't stay,
And there's nothing I can do
It's devastating to be waiting with a
noose around your neck
I'd like to get this over with
And my suffering to end
Cause I know nothing lasts forever
It's just a matter of when
Well I built this prison around myself filled with
Music art and beer
Where am I going to go if I cannot stay here
I guess I'll go somewhere else
Build it up with lots of help
But this whiskey ain't gonna drink itself
So pull those bottles off the shelf
supported by 5 fans who also own “Against All Odds”
This is one of the most high-energy, fun albums to come out of the Philadelphia region in recent memory. In addition to lighthearted, slice-of-life bars, Kahlil Ali tackles real, serious topics with grace. em b.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Against All Odds”
This band is unique, you don't need to listen very long to realize that. It's a very fine line, the art of chaos with the beauty of melodies and riffs - these individuals walk it perfectly! I just wish there was more albums. Thomas D
supported by 4 fans who also own “Against All Odds”
elissaaaaaa! this record is so damn awesome. i've probably listened to it like 3 million times now? love it! A++++++++ will listen 3 million more times. Andy