| Strange places slept
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| Woke eyes wet, a dream of death
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| Bad dreams are only dreams
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| What a time you chose to be born
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| Cold world, run water till it steams
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| Burns like woman scorned
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| Grey is the day you realize she doesn’t care anymore
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| For sure
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| Jaw set, sign the form
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| Sky hard, wind raw
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| Cats paw, outside the A-rab store
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| The ragged gathered in the beast’s maw
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| Ahab washed ashore
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| Black, two sugars!
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| This is not my block
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| This is not my hood
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| This is not my stoop
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| This is not my room
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| This is not my mother’s lap
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| This is not my brother’s beat
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| This is not my father’s scold
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| I might have lost my teeth
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| These walls are painted weird
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| The neighbors barely speak
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| Her other partner’s queer
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| Secrets in tangled sheets
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| Dingy brassiere hang on the wall like a wreath
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| She creeps, she creeps, she creeps
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| The news says «Two dead, two fled.»
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| Iron hands, faces lead
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| In grey areas broke the bread
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| Shame burning, hit his head
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| Night terrors
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| Claw at legs from under beds
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| Life’s errors
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| Carried you here like pall-bearers
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| Cracked mirrors
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| Fierce squalls, gripped the mask aghast
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| Mother turns away appalled
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| Cold wind harbinger
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| Surrounded, suddenly unfamiliar
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| Silently, they all point the finger
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| «Thats the nigga!»
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| Vacant lot, the wing spot
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| The liquor mart, the dollar store
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| Ready vodka, make a blast
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| They huddle close with open sores
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| Afflicted, condition — contrition
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| Color-coded vile tops look like candy from distance
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| Vinyl shop with glam rock window
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| Mannequin akimbo dozing
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| Frozen moments folded
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| Tucked inside of 40 Belows
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| Last rite for Franklin Ave soldiers
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| No condolence
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| Thats not an omen thats an eviction notice
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| Hold it
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| Sold it
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| Rash moment
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| Those beans better’ve been magic homie
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| «Gotta have hope jack!»
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| Go head and quote it
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| Smile broken when they broke in
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| Blind how they stole him
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| Rip un-woken
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| Fog rolling off the ocean
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| Wandering ronin lay down prepared to meet that final opponent
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| Looping Saharan cellphone music
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| Greets the retreating Romans
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| Rope and limb, woods dark
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| Trees groaning
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| Then he rose and wept without knowing
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| Cash on the spot
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| Stuck it out
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| Couple hundred thou
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| Took that joint pension
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| Bounced south
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| Red clay tobacco field
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| Left a three family shell in gentrified hell
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| Tooth and nail
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| Pissing in the wishing well
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| Neighborhood borders keep shifting
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| These names keep switching
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| When the bodega starts to stock the red beer papi
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| Wet the fear
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| Red race tripping
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| Pinch face pull 9 whistle
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| Snatch kindles
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| «Look alive killa!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soft Places , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Furtive Movements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп