"Pissing at the wind" genre: Hardcore Rap
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	Conscious rap from Norway. First track of The Al Dente Ep. Personal philosophy and politics of DonMartin.
	CD: The Al Dente Ep   Label: Goodshit C2M Credits: DonMartin
	Story Behind the Song Well, listen to the track. It's a manifesto of the personal philosophy and politics of DonMartin. To piss at the wind is commonly known as stupid. But if thats what you gotta do ... Lyrics DonMartin - Pissing at the wind The Al Dente Ep, Goodshit 2001 i sneak up quiet on the set grab the mic in my hand/ with a casual calm as only shoplifters can/ keep a low profile, appearance set on stealth/ until i drop the bomb so let me introduce myself/ my mother calls me martin, yes this is my maiden name/ i stay the same, while others try to change for fame/ will not play your game, life is not a contest/ im not waggeling about thinking i am the best/ nevertheless i stress to progress and move forward/ beyond the sunset and onto the undiscovered/ look for the less road traveled by not to hide/ but i could never be the one to ride the tide/ i strive against conformity, i come with the/ plan to stir up shit and crush your fucking apathy/ hyper like mbd, ever to keep me on my toes/ watching close, whether it be friends or foes/ my clothes may not be the fanciest/ but judge not a man by the pants he has/ i'm racking stash, to make me alittle more free/ of their lunatic workaholic wage slavery/ out of my salary they pay them police to chase me/ try to arrest me simply cos i write grafitti/ but i'm a fast runner. running; my legs carry me well/ so now im 22 and never seen the insides of a cell,/ all is not well; they got us small fish locked down/ small fish break from the flock and small fish they'll drown/ which is not about justice, it's just a restrainer/ for donmartin the maintainer, i live in a container/ containing all my graph flix, cans, clothes and lyrics/ books and shit i have not had the heart to lit/ i will not quit and honey i was born in sin/ built with my own mind even for pissing against the wind/ swim at the wave, i misbehave/ you either be brave or let your self enslave/ engage; guards up. trust noone fully but thyself/ and measure not growth in economical wealth/ set to stealth; my blood pours all red in my weins/ mission in combat mode against restraints and chains/ "now" be the answer to "when" so i must pick up the pen/ and transform ordinary words into swords for fighten'/ bend against trend not as to attract attention/ but cos seamingly reason is facing extinction/ and i could never be the one to blindly follow the flow/ agitate for understanding and oppose those/ who consequently be choosing the crap before content/ and then they're wondering about how our world got so violent/ so while wannabees seek superficial social status/ i try to be one to judge a person by his actions/ and i don't have time for petty bullshit/ over who said what to whom i can spare no bruises./ i'm a hungry man and thus an angry man/ but must channel this aggression at the missfeading hand/ and so i stand ready to attack the nonsense,/ ready to back up wherever change for better be the consequense./ intense because most of this time i spend/ seems a lot like im standing pissing against the wind/ http://donmartin.fix.no/

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