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