Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Constant Consumption, artist - Promoe. Album song The Long Distance Runner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Burning Heart, David vs. Goliath
Song language: English
Constant Consumption |
I wandered along was pondering on |
The following day and the followring song |
Meanwhile on the other side of town |
On the mean streets some kids ride around |
I got home, some ideas jotted down |
Turned out the lights, went to sleep not a sound |
While they blowin in the wind living but no rules |
But the street’s, yo they living but no roots |
None of us is over given the whole truth |
Most of us is just driven on cold fuels |
Super leaded and super deaded who- where over |
For loot and credit we’re shootin' steady |
We’re heated up in the heat of the moment |
Speeded up just to beat his opponent |
Grim reaper’s in gym sneakers whith pimp features |
But we all got the same teachers |
North, south, west or eastside |
Meanwhile I dream I kick a freestyle going… |
Tick tock you don’t stop |
We got pick pockets corrupt cops |
We got petty thieves in baggy jeans |
Baggars and bootleggers and angry teens |
Politic tick tock you don’t stop |
We got shots smugglin' crack rock |
Conjunction junction what’s your function |
Constant Consumtion that’s your function |
Let me tell the world how i wish |
There could be something, anyting |
In this world for me… |
Flippin' motorolas, sippin' Coca-colas |
In a sunny resort with chickens on they shoulders |
Meanwhile on the rich side of town |
Kids got sweet dreams of street dreams |
Thanks to gangsta fairytales they smoke dank and marinate |
To music that their parents hate, but they can’t relate |
To anything that their parent say |
It’s all hypocrisy and lies, they react with hate |
Blowin' in the wind livin' by no rules |
Their parents are tired ain’t giving 'em no roots |
No guidance, they ain’t tellin the whole truth |
Kids captivated by the mike check 1,2 |
Let me tell the world how i wish |
There could be somewhere, anywhere |
In this world for me… |
Meanwhile, back on my side of town |
I wake up tryin to spot what I jotted down |
Radio playin' loud with the rugged sound |
Interrupted by the news of a kid, and other kids that shot him down |
26 years old just like me |
Aspirations and hopes just like me |
He was playin' a role just like me |
Now his story got told just slightly |
Now he’s packaged and sold just like me |
Well god rest his soul cus this might be |
Cynical but he fitted in a rhyme pattern |
In a time where rhymes matter more that a life shattered |
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world |
Same sun, moon and stars same things occur |
Some things better and some things worse |
Same people struggle, same visions are blurred |
By state supervision or state super prisoner |
Private owned, let’s break through for shizzle cus |
Meanwhile in the penal |
Kids locked down for life, thay ain’s kickin' freestyles going. |
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