Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dark Room, artist - Dilated Peoples. Date of issue: 10.08.2014
Song language: English
The Dark Room |
| He plays guitar in Band X |
| In the same old formula as everyone else does |
| Why can’t he break out? |
| Once you check out all those rules |
| You can really start to explore music |
| Music, music, music |
| I felt emotions so deep, but my words got blocked |
| You see I never smoked before so my nerves got shocked |
| I couldn’t talk a word, but I could see the world |
| I mean everything became so clear |
| I didn’t slur shit, I just kept quiet and made a note of it |
| Before the poetry is out the fire and I’m over it |
| Retire notably and every move’s a curtain call |
| Smooth with the groove so honey don’t take it personal |
| I’m trying to make it out of dodge, don’t need to see the rainbows end |
| I need a lift before I’m looking at the wall or great descent |
| I owe rent and love the months that got a 31 |
| I miss Pun and only met him once |
| This is kettle chips and blunts, the funk |
| I’m on the road still, I’m on a cold bill |
| She got a coke body so ill |
| Pick the code to the lock and all my people free |
| I found the road to the top behind the… |
| So let’s turn to chapter one, these are the hood parts |
| Life is make believe and death is when the book starts |
| I got good heart and ain’t afraid to show you |
| At fifteen I shot a .22, now I’m older |
| I spill my sixteens and dip clean |
| This body grown up and clinging to these kids dreams |
| I found a new feeling, I’mma chase it |
| A newfound town, a new scribe, you can’t erase it |
| I done tried, I done tried, I done tried, I done tried |
| You don’t live till you die, hell or home you decide |
| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire |
| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire |
| I done tried, I done tried, I done tried to survive |
| You don’t live till you die, hell or home you decide |
| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire |
| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire |
| I swam in oceans so deep the models seem like dots |
| Something brushed up against my feet my insides dropped |
| Fought the panic and I swam to the top |
| The only non one-percenter member climbing back onto the yacht |
| It’s a strange life, wonderful world, process the pain right |
| Enact change, sipping champagne the same night (blah) |
| Half disgusted, half delighted, half divided on it |
| I Robin Hood and I smile, mad inside I’m haunted |
| But party to the break of dawn, until the night is gone |
| In glass mansions they throw hard words like right and wrong |
| Intoxicating darkness but my light is on |
| These battle hymns ballad of the freedom fighter song |
| Life chiseled into blocks, on the wall and into skin |
| Complicated ultimately, only spare the innocent |
| Festivals we massacre, hit the stage and snipe them from it |
| Kill in grimy clubs close and personal like knife to stomach |
| The code is in the DNA of the fan |
| Talking flashlight rips with DNA in the dam |
| Worldwide, running live-fire exercises, flame throwing |
| Gasoline graffiti bombing, drop the joint, the names glowing |
| That’s burner redefined, learn to read between the lines |
| The subtle hints and clues, the symbols and the signs |
| It’s Rakaa Iriscience, recognize the grand design |
| Making more move than just clock hands and sands of time |