
Date of issue: 05.04.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Caught Between Worlds |
Ayo I spit it at you, hit you up |
ILL Bill, Brooklyn be the place where I rest at |
The foundation, the truth, the death trap |
My uncle Howie on the couch, high on dope |
5714 Farragut Road, the projects I grew up broke |
Used to read Spider-Man while my uncle burned holes in his clothes |
Nodding out mid-sentence, eyes closed when he spoke |
Coughing and choking the weed that he smoked (What!) |
Speaking in non-fiction, y’all listening |
Ear to the streets, it’s like they got the sidewalk wired |
Underneath our feet |
Young Vader, Young Bill, bastard swordsman |
My mind is like the script from an Italian gore flick |
I’m caught between worlds |
I’ve seen light inside the darkness |
But I still can’t decide which way to turn |
I can’t decide which way to burn |
So I’m a light it up a both ends and watch it unfurl |
Caught between worlds, non phixion |
So many people understand the same pain that I feel |
They feel the same way |
They think the same thoughts, though the names change |
Same love, same hate |
Same truth, same fate |
It started back in apartment buildings |
Poverty stricken, moms was sick |
But I still smelled the love from the kitchen |
Drugs in the hall, coalition, no pots to piss in |
My pops never gave a fuck if I ate or if I die in prison |
Survival’s iffy, the city’s gritty is in me |
Turning soap into fifties, burning coke like gypsies |
Frozen in time, a cold shoulder hope on the block |
I told you to stop, I feel like I was chosen to rock |
Grand-pops he caught a heart attack watching the news |
God forgive a motherfucker now for stopping my food |
I’m watching these dudes spit it out obnoxious and rude |
Hunt the green down, scarf it down, mafia food |
It’s all Pelles, veal paw feeding their bellies |
Smoking wet blunts till we pass out and repeat the medley |
Emotionless blade to the wrist I’mma cease to exist |
For all my motherfuckers dead y’all could breathe through this |
Caught between worlds, non phixion |
So many people understand the same pain that I feel |
They feel the same way |
They think the same thoughts, though the names change |
Same love, same hate |
Same truth, same fate |
I felt pain as a youth growing up in the hood |
On the train by the booth kids got stuck for they goods |
Spray painted sneakers, we took their chains and beepers |
A bad ass in math class I had to change teachers |
Feeling ruthless, useless like bulletproof caskets |
A loose bastard watching M.A.S.H. |
and Dukes of Hazzard |
Spastic like the son of Sam with a gun in hand |
Ain’t funny man, I got high and did the running man, wigging out |
Never had the bigger mouth, I was the silent type |
Living long days and violent nights |
My hood was filled with murderers, drug dealers and burglars |
Cold killers with burners kid, you ride up where the nurses live |
If you ain’t play your cards right or spar right |
You got laid up in a bed seeing God’s light |
I lived the hard life, looting, boosting Timbs and gear |
Cause I didn’t care, I ain’t have food inside the Frigidaire |
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