Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Walls, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Wooden Leather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
These Walls |
| These walls are closin' in |
| How long am I supposed to grin? |
| I’ve lost my will to win |
| Forgive my sin |
| As darkness approaches, and I’m fumblin' through the blunt roaches |
| Its lookin' hopeless, totally unfocused, stumblin' onto the front porch |
| Posted with my closest associates, we were so broke |
| Though a couple of us had sold dope, still humble enough to be po' folk |
| We comin' up to be grown folk, ain’t dumb enough to be slow poke |
| Know the hours of death they grow close, so we give our lives to the utmost |
| Plus, here’s a extra point, visualize the goal post |
| No, we not eatin' duck roast, but we live our lives to the utmost |
| Cause those pressure points are the corners that we cut close |
| Turn most civilized yeagas to cutthroats |
| And it’s these men they send upstate by the truckloads |
| And herd 'em in to the Pen' like buffalos, I’m sayin' |
| The game was sold, not told to me |
| Heartache won’t let go of me |
| Games say that I’ll live and lie |
| But I’ll try |
| Every which-a-way tell you the angles I done tossed and turned |
| And hit and missed, pissed cause of that didn’t amount to this |
| Gettin' it ain’t got a damn thing to do with keepin' shit |
| Workin' damn hard to get it, plans of not partin' with it |
| Life got a way of showin' you shit you can’t bear to see |
| Tough keepin' float, settin' sail through a sea of Gs |
| Somethin' should happen on this night I lay me down to sleep |
| Wasn’t happy with my friend, pray the lord my soul to keep |
| I’m 'bout 3000 miles from Graceland, 'bout a county from Macon |
| But you would think I’m arm reach from Satan |
| I got a strange way of tellin' the truth |
| Most felons do stuff between hearin' your story and tellin' it too |
| Stuck between numb and feelin' it |
| I’m right between calm and militant, on the search for deliverance |
| I’m three days from beatin' my case at the arraignment |
| This shit’s basic, get to jail, get the statement |
| Born with the heart of a soldier |
| Right now I’m stuck behind bars but daddy told ya |
| I chose to march with Martin carryin' posters |
| They lock me down, but they usually hang us folks up |
| It’s so tough, white man tryin' to control us |
| And mold us, assimilate our cultures, they doped us |
| Hell naw, I’m stayin' focused, I won’t corrupt with evil |
| I’m forever fightin' for my people, for equal |
| (Fight for your rights) |
| «Ladies and gentlemen, I have some very sad news for all of you |
| Could you lower those signs please? |
| Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight.» |