Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapped, artist - Nola. Date of issue: 28.07.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trapped |
| I feel myself sometimes trapped in my own world |
| I feel myself sometimes trapped as a little girl |
| I feel myself sometimes knowing what way I wanna be |
| I feel myself sometimes filled up with envy |
| Cause I can’t get a job, should I rob |
| My pockets say yes, my mind is saying you should not |
| But welfare ain’t supporting me |
| And this minimum wage is just shorting me |
| I feel myself sometimes thinking of the crime of the crimes |
| These criminals got me in a criminal state of mind |
| And now I can’t maintain, it’s overcome my brain |
| The government is loving it when they feel my pain |
| Cause poverty’s got our souls bleeding |
| And money is the key to eveybody greeding |
| It’s 44 ways to do some dough receiving, when you’s a fiend |
| Search for a scheme and the motherfucking green |
| The lute, now let me throw on my black suit |
| And me and my crew gon' do a robbery or two, but true |
| Cause if you dead I don’t really care |
| I’m tired of being broke and fuck life just isn’t fair |
| Now sit back and thank |
| Let’s rob a bank |
| And anybody stepping in the way is gettin sprayed |
| Behave bank teller, where the money dwella |
| I’m sick of cleaning floors for stupid hoes like Cinderella |
| It’s getting to the point where I can’t deal with myself |
| This is just how I really feel with myself |
| It’s off, how you do with your badge and suit |
| Wondering what the fuck I am up to, huh |
| Is this a friendly visit |
| Or am I just another black miss statistic, on your shit list |
| Cause when you look into my eyes can you tell |
| I be disguising myself, for other people’s wealth |
| If you can’t let me paint a picture of it clear |
| If I’m guilty no questions, lie detections |
| Regrets, only those who chose to cross up in my section, confession |
| I ain’t afraid to shoot ya |
| Cause prostitution in the projects seem to be this bitch’s only future |
| So put the money in the bag, don’t push a button |
| Making false fucking moves all of a sudden |
| Even if I hear the wind blow |
| You gon' have a meeting with them nice folks, in the clouds though |
| For sho', I’m tired of being broke busted and disgusted |
| At the end of my rope, labeled as dick sucking, trick turning ho |
| Stealing a bunch of wallets, spreading violence, silence |
| Listen to the tick-tocking of the clock and |
| Watching the security guard attempting to play it hard |
| No time for fight, once we pull this heist |
| Trying to change my life, if the price is right |
| If the price is right now |
| NOLA! |
| See that’s how I be feeling sometimes |
| You be in another state of mind |
| You be trapped in your own little world |
| People can’t understand, they wonder why you get high |
| You know what I’m saying you be trying to escape |
| Escape from reality |
| You know you be doing bad, your pockets broke and shit |
| And people can’t relate to how you be feeling |