Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way In Way Out, artist - Oddisee. Album song People Hear What They See, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.06.2012
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Way In Way Out |
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure |
But most men treasure what other men have |
Little is thrown away to the many that will never |
Grasp what the few view as pennies in the grass |
And underneath the grass are the roots of inequality |
Creating all the bumps we come across in the path |
And I don’t have a green thumb and neither do my niggas |
And having a money tree is a luxury of class |
The only ho I know had a flattering ass |
And when I asked could she dig it, she looked at me and laughed |
See we crabs in a barrel and the barrel was glass |
So we broke, crack was the answer to cash |
But the question was never asked, how we get off the path? |
Steady walking in a maze that was built in the last |
Century, eventually we’ll raise our hands |
But the teacher is a part of the scam, Goddamn |
Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out |
Running down a fire escape to get away |
Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in |
Got me peeping through your doors and your windows |
Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out |
Running down a fire escape to get away |
Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in |
Got me peeping through your doors and your windows |
I’m a product of the environment that I was brought up in |
Material things I’m caught up in |
Hustling, a product that creates the production |
A plus then, for shackles that resemble circumference |
My world, my word, I’m running from my block |
Right into your wall, street |
That when I see up close is just a prop |
Designed to keep me cropped |
Outside of the picture that pictures my people in defeat |
I’m cooking up the books like a communist bonfire |
And tell Uncle Sam I forgot the receipts |
He gon' call me a liar and I’ma call him a thief |
The jury looking like him and enjoying looking at me |
At my arraignment, screaming |
All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, and a belief in |
Religion as the answer to the grieving |
Believing that the blessed get test and the less get even |
Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out |
Running down a fire escape to get away |
Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in |
Got me peeping through your doors and your windows |
Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out |
Running down a fire escape to get away |
Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in |
Got me peeping through your doors and your windows |
Running away from trouble got me running into you |
Running away from darkness got me running into view |
Running towards all the lights |
Running from blue and whites |
Running for you by day hope I run into you by night |
Running for an election to run the country for who? |
Run and tell all the news that you run it for something true |
Run it into the ground, run it into a tomb |
Run until there is nothing, run it until we lose |