| You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
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| Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
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| Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
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| Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
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| Nine millimeter kickin’thinking about what tha streets do to me
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| Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
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| All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
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| Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
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| Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
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| Niggas commin’out worse offthan when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin’up
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| Getten drunk thrown’up
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| Cuffed up Then I said I had enough
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| There must be another route, way out
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| To money and fame, I changed my name
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| And played a different game
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| Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
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| If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
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| And when I gettem
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| I’ll hittem with tha bum rush
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| Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
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| Yo, if your smart you’ll really let me go 'G'
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| But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
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| They got me trapped…
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| They got me trapped
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| Trapped
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| Trapped
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| They got me trapped
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| Can barely walk tha city streets
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| Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity
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| Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
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| Didn’t do a thing at all
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| I’m tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
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| Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
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| Coppers try to kill me But they didn’t know this was tha wrong street
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| Bang bang, down another casualty
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| But it’s a cop who’s shot there’s brutality
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| Who do you blame?
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| It’s a shame because tha mans slain
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| He got caught in tha chains of his own game
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| How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community
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| One day i’m gonna bust
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| Blow up on this society
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| Why did ya lie to me?
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| I couldn’t find a trace of equality
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| Work me like a slave while they laid back
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| Homie don’t play that
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| It’s time I lett’em suffer tha payback
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| I’m tryin to avoid physical contact
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| I can’t hold back, it’s time to attack jack
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| They got me trapped
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| You know they got me trapped
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| Trapped
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| You know they got me trapped
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| Now i’m trapped and want to find a getaway
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| All I need is a 'G'and somewhere safe to stay
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| Can’t use tha phone
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| Cause i’m sure someone is tappin in Did it before
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| Ain’t scared to use my gat again
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| I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant
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| But now he’s tha devils friend
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| Too late to be tellin’him
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| He shot first and i’ll be damned if I run away
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| Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
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| I wasn’t thinkin’all I heard was tha ridicule
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| Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin Damn homies is dissin you
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| I fired my weapon
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| Started steppin’in tha hurricane
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| I got shot so I dropped
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| Feelin’a burst of pain
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| Got to my feet
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| Couldn’t see nothin’but bloody blood
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| Now i’m a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
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| Ran through an alley
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| Still lookin’for my getaway
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| Coppers said Freeze, or you’ll be dead today
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| Trapped in a corner
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| Dark and I couldn’t see tha light
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| Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life
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| What do I do?
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| Live my life in a prison cell
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| I’d rather die than be trapped in a living hell
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| They got me trapped
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| They got me trapped
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| Trapped
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| You know they got me trapped
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| Trapped |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trapped , by - Jeff Beal. Song from the album «Карточный домик» Сезон 1, in the genre Музыка из сериалов