O.S.T.R. (also known as Ostry, real name Adam Ostrowski, born May 15, 1980 … Read Full Bio ↴O.S.T.R. (also known as Ostry, real name Adam Ostrowski, born May 15, 1980 in Łódź, Poland) is a recognized Polish hip-hop artist. As a rapper and producer, O.S.T.R. has managed to stay true to the rap game despite his big success in Poland. He has also stayed loyal to the underground audience as opposed to more commercial rappers supported by the mass-media.

He began his career as a hip-hop artist in 1993. He was a member of the hip-hop band, BDC beginning in 1995. BDC was renamed LWC in 1998 and the following year, O.S.T.R. left LWC and began to collaborate with Obóz TA.

He currently works as both a solo artist and is one half of a duo with producer Emade called POE (Projekt Ostry Emade). In the 22 years since signing a contract with label Asfalt Records, he has managed to produce 25 LP's (6 of which contain beats made by Ostry himself, one of which was double length CD) and one mixtape filled with selected freestyles. He is famous for his outstanding freestyle rap skills and extremely energetic performances. O.S.T.R. is said to be the uncrowned king of Polish freestye. His lyrics focus on various topics including current social and political matters, such as joint smoking and unemployment.

When composing music, O.S.T.R. seeks his inspiration from jazz and funk classic records (he has been playing the violin since childhood). His recent album (a 7" from 2006) was composed with an MPC sampler and a keyboard.

For a short period, he was a presenter in the television program "Yo!MTV Raps", but he resigned due to the fact that the show was too commercial. Recently, he made a short appearance in the film "Z Odzysku" (with a performance in the background of one of scenes); one of the songs from the original soundtrack was recorded by O.S.T.R. In April 2007, O.S.T.R. produced the album "Normal Magic" as a member of the group, Skill Mega.
On 27 December 2014 during a performance in Bielsko-Biała his right lung burst. In 2015, he underwent lung reconstruction surgery, after which he quit his joint smoking addiction. In 2019 he published an autobiography titled "Brzydki, zły i szczery" (Ugly, evil and sincere) in which he wrote about his childhood, carrer, tragedy and surgery.

Record label:

http://www.asfalt.pl

Albums:

2000 - "Saturator" (demo)
2001 - "Masz to jak w banku"
2002 - "30 minut z życia, 100% freestyle"
2002 - "Tabasko"
2003 - "Jazz w wolnych chwilach" (2CD)
2004 - "Jazzurekcja"
2005 - Projekt Ostry Emade - "Szum rodzi hałas"
2006 - "7"
2007 - "HollyŁódz"
2008 - "Ja tu tylko sprzątam"
2009 - "O.C.B."
2010 - "Tylko dla dorosłych"
2010 - Projekt Ostry Emade - "Złodzieje zapalniczek"
2011 - "Jazz, dwa, trzy"
2012 - "Copycats" (EP, with Joe Kickass)
2012 - Tabasko "Ostatnia szansa tego rapu"
2013 - "Haos" (with Hades)
2014 - "Kartagina" (produced by Marco Polo)
2015 - "Podróż zwana życiem"
2015 - Growbox "Growbox"
2016 - "Życie po śmierci"
2018 - "W drodze po szczęście"
2019 - "Instrukcja obsługi świrów"
2019 - "Arhytmogenic" (EP, produced Magiera)
2019 - "Epidemia 99" (demo, recorded in 1999)
2020 - "Gniew"
2020 - "Hao2"
2022 - "042 Requiem" (mixtape)
2023 - "Diaporama"

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O.S.T.R. Lyrics

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She takes it deep to the heart right from the start she talks softly over a glass of wine.
Now and again she's more than a friend, why don't you just throw me that line.
It would be great if she'd dedicate just a minute from her precious time.
I'll give it a while, but that's not my style, now how is that a crime?

Everyone says that I'm wild.
Pardon my French but I still know my child.
And that was the day I told her I needed some time.

Well I began walking when she was still talking I'm looking for that exit sign.
Pardon my face but I'm leaving no trace cause I really haven't got the time.
Well I began thinking and my heart is just sinking and I'm looking for that place to go.
Isn't it sad that she'll treat you so bad, but you never really let her know.

And everyone says that she's crying.
But I can't forget all the time I spent trying.
And that was the day I told her I needed some time.

I know, I know what it feels like to be alone.
I know, I know what it feels like to be at home.
I like, I like stopping to say hello.
It's my life, my life why can't we take this slow?
Why can't we take this slow?

Well I've been through these phases, I've walked through these mazes.
I'm sick and I'm little tired.
It sure isn't fair but I'm not aware of the patience that's required.
If I could have kissed her every time that I missed her I wouldn't be out the door
But now and again, I sure need a friend now isn't that what she's for?

And everyone says that I'm lying,
But I can't forget all the time she spent crying.
And that was the day I told her I needed some time.

I know, I know what it feels like to be alone.
I know, I know what it feels like to be at home.
I like, I like stopping to say hello.
It's my life, my life why can't we take this slow?
Baby take it slow.
It's my life.
My life.

Why can't we take it slow?
Baby, take it slow.

Overall Meaning

[Untitled] by O.S.T.R. explores the complexities of a romantic relationship and the singer's struggle to find happiness and balance. The song begins with the mention of a woman who captivates the singer from the start, capturing his heart and engaging in conversation over a glass of wine. Despite their connection, he longs for her to dedicate even a small amount of her precious time to him. He expresses his frustration that waiting patiently is not his usual approach, questioning why this should be considered a crime.

The singer reflects on the opinions of others who perceive him as wild but asserts that he knows himself well. He recounts the day he told her he needed some time, symbolizing his need for space and reflection. As she continues to talk, he begins walking, searching for an exit and leaving no trace of his departure. He acknowledges the sadness in how she mistreats him, yet he fails to communicate his emotions to her.

The song transitions into a chorus where the singer acknowledges his experience of being alone and the feeling of being at home. He expresses his appreciation for simple gestures like stopping to say hello but questions why they can't take the relationship slow. He acknowledges going through various stages and mazes, feeling sick and tired. He contemplates the unfairness of the situation but admits to lacking the patience required.

In the final verse, the singer addresses the assumption that he is lying, emphasizing the time she spent crying rather than his own emotions. He reaffirms the day he expressed his need for time as a turning point. The song ends with a repetition of the chorus, highlighting his desire for a slower, more meaningful connection. Overall, [Untitled] delves into the singer's frustrations, desires, and the difficulties he faces in finding fulfillment within the relationship.

Line by Line Meaning

She takes it deep to the heart right from the start she talks softly over a glass of wine.
From the very beginning, she passionately absorbs everything she hears, engaging in intimate conversations with a sense of tenderness.

Now and again she's more than a friend, why don't you just throw me that line.
Occasionally, she goes beyond the boundaries of friendship, leaving me longing for a clear indication of her true feelings.

It would be great if she'd dedicate just a minute from her precious time.
It would be incredibly meaningful if she would carve out even a small fraction of her valuable time for us to connect.

I'll give it a while, but that's not my style, now how is that a crime?
I am willing to be patient, but waiting indefinitely is contrary to my nature. Is it really unjust to desire progress?

Everyone says that I'm wild.
People often perceive me as an untamed and unconventional individual.

Pardon my French but I still know my child.
Excuse my language, but despite my free-spirited nature, I am still aware of who I truly am at my core.

And that was the day I told her I needed some time.
On that particular day, I mustered the courage to express that I required space and time for personal reflection.

Well I began walking when she was still talking I'm looking for that exit sign.
Amidst her ongoing dialogue, I chose to physically depart, actively searching for an escape route from the situation.

Pardon my face but I'm leaving no trace cause I really haven't got the time.
Apologies for my expression, but I am resolute in leaving without leaving behind any evidence, as I genuinely lack the time to engage further.

Well I began thinking and my heart is just sinking and I'm looking for that place to go.
As I started contemplating, my heart grew heavy with sadness, and I yearn for a destination to find solace.

Isn't it sad that she'll treat you so bad, but you never really let her know.
Isn't it disheartening that she treats you poorly, yet you fail to communicate your true feelings to her?

And everyone says that she's crying.
It seems that everyone believes she is shedding tears over the situation.

But I can't forget all the time I spent trying.
However, I cannot disregard the significant amount of effort I invested in attempting to make things work.

And that was the day I told her I needed some time.
That particular day marked the occasion when I expressed my need for personal time and space.

I know, I know what it feels like to be alone.
I have experienced and understand the emotions associated with solitude.

I know, I know what it feels like to be at home.
Equally, I am familiar with the sensation of comfort and belonging in one's own environment.

I like, I like stopping to say hello.
I genuinely enjoy pausing to greet and engage with others.

It's my life, my life why can't we take this slow?
This existence belongs to me, and I wonder why we cannot progress at a more unhurried pace.

Why can't we take this slow?
Why is it not possible for us to proceed in a more deliberate manner?

Well I've been through these phases, I've walked through these mazes.
I have experienced different stages and navigated through complex and confusing situations.

I'm sick and I'm little tired.
I am unwell and also feeling somewhat fatigued.

It sure isn't fair but I'm not aware of the patience that's required.
Undoubtedly, the circumstances are unjust, yet I am not fully cognizant of the level of patience necessitated.

If I could have kissed her every time that I missed her I wouldn't be out the door.
Had I expressed physical affection each time I longed for her, I would not find myself separating from her now.

But now and again, I sure need a friend now isn't that what she's for?
However, on occasion, I undeniably crave companionship and support. Shouldn't she fulfill that role in my life?

And everyone says that I'm lying.
Despite my honesty, everyone accuses me of being deceitful.

But I can't forget all the time she spent crying.
Nevertheless, I cannot disregard the substantial amount of time she dedicated to shedding tears.

And that was the day I told her I needed some time.
That fateful day marked the moment when I communicated my need for personal time and space.

I know, I know what it feels like to be alone.
I have experienced and understand the emotions associated with solitude.

I know, I know what it feels like to be at home.
Equally, I am familiar with the sensation of comfort and belonging in one's own environment.

I like, I like stopping to say hello.
I genuinely enjoy pausing to greet and engage with others.

It's my life, my life why can't we take this slow?
This existence belongs to me, and I wonder why we cannot progress at a more unhurried pace.

Baby take it slow.
Darling, let's proceed at a leisurely pace.

It's my life.
This is my life, my personal journey.

My life.
The totality of my existence.

Why can't we take it slow?
Why is it not possible for us to proceed in a more deliberate manner?

Baby, take it slow.
Darling, let's proceed at a leisurely pace.