Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caved In, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song A Piece Of Strange, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.01.2006
Record label: LA Underground
Song language: English
Caved In |
| I can’t hold on, I can’t hold on |
| But I just hold on, I just hold on |
| Lord why’s everybody’s puzzle missing pieces |
| Struggling, grinding, greaseless |
| No rhyme or reason in sight |
| I’m seeing the pain off in their eyes |
| I’m seeing that often we lie, lost in our cries |
| I’m seeing impatient parents |
| Blaming unsuspecting children |
| I’m seeing inpatients critical |
| Streets are dead from the killings |
| I’m like damn, blocks hot, not from the ozone |
| Through camera’s cops watch these lil boys hold chrome |
| Stuck, teenagers, foxes and pups |
| On blocks rocks in they chucks, choppers watching above |
| They need love, not snug cuffs, federally fucked |
| Tis all an orchestration Hans Zimmer couldn’t conduct |
| But whattawedo, most problems dun been discussed |
| But we talk about actions on the backend, and hush |
| I guess most of y’all must listen to Rush |
| Long as you all good, then everybody under you flushed |
| Everytime I try and help myself |
| Reaching out and finding no one else |
| I can’t hold on ««Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in» |
| So anytime you feel your soul’s in need |
| Realize you can depend on me |
| And let’s just hold on «screamin' Jesus save me» |
| We slipping far under the ghoul yard |
| In grim tombs we some dim stars, batteries full barred |
| At birth, but it’s hard to stay charged on earth |
| Cause world wide like girth, the wise are in dirt |
| Grandmama’s used to bus us to church |
| Humming Hymns |
| Stretch out a fat meal on the table from something slim |
| Now we starving, faith on the back of a carton |
| To find it, follow tracks down arms |
| And boulevards in the south, park |
| Watch as mouth art paints audio visuals |
| Call it rythmical miracles |
| And parts what your eyes red see |
| Throwing change ups in your medley through headpiece |
| Still Judge, but dont Dredd each day, instead feast |
| Life’s an unfed beast that eats bread and meat |
| That’s either your cash or your corpse |
| So I just pray that the Lord helps me last through these wars |
| Ya know? |
| Everytime I try and help myself |
| Reaching out and finding no one else |
| I can’t hold on ««Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in» |
| So anytime you feel your soul’s in need |
| Realize you can depend on me |
| And let’s just hold on «screamin' Jesus save me» |