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