Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Desperation , by - Apollo Brown. Song from the album Gas Mask, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Desperation |
| Yo, I gotta do something man |
| It’s now or never |
| I’m either all the way right |
| Or I’m all the way left |
| Let me explain |
| I got one hand clutching the Nine |
| The other is clutching the microphone |
| Trying to make a clear choice between the right and wrong |
| Trying to stay in the zone with the right mind frame |
| But I keep getting distracted, my whole life’s changed |
| I done went from being the best at it |
| To being the last to even get mentioned, it’s pure madness |
| I can go to the lab and be productive |
| I throw my hands up at the world and say 'fuck it' |
| The rap game — hate it; |
| hip hop — I love it |
| Fighting to stay sober or to abuse the substance |
| My temperature’s high, spontaneous combustion |
| Leaves me to spit this lava in this discussion |
| So it’s a must that I continue to struggle |
| Or hide behind my weakness knowing I got the muscle |
| To move mountains of trial within my pathway |
| So I say Bismillah, you cowards make way |
| I gotta make a move |
| Don’t step to me homie I’m bad news |
| Walk off wit you battered and bruised |
| I gotta make a move |
| Cause now I got nothing to lose |
| You would never will to walk in my shoes |
| I gotta make a move |
| Sturdy face in the inner city blues |
| As I try to make a step to improve |
| I gotta make a move |
| While you got your clock on snooze |
| I’m up early getting paid my dues |
| I gotta make a move |
| I’m living in hell struggling to get to heaven |
| As I fight this urge to use a Smith & Wesson |
| Its a toss up as I’m searching for guidance |
| Do I follow my demons or take the path to be righteous |
| How do I fight this? |
| Meaning how do I write this |
| Lyrical prescription leading the cure to sickness |
| Listen as I spit this, choices gotta be made |
| Before i find myself in a rage throwing grenades |
| Load and cocking the gauge, feeling to hit the stage |
| Just in case i need to avoid my temperous phase |
| Running from my own inner power like Bruce Banner |
| But tired of being oppressed and murdered by these gaffers |
| This life is a test, is what I’m after |
| So I’m steady writing for freedom in every chapter |
| In every line I design I clear a pathway |
| So I say Bismillah, you cowards make way |