| People don’t know what’s going on dawg… Imma' let you know what’s going on.
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| People in my hood’s trapped! |
| — inna the ghetto…
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| Poor people — inna the ghetto…
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| Rich people — inna the ghetto…
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| All people — oh lord…
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| I’m trapped behind the metal fence in this tenament yard
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| It’s not permanent but it’s cyclical when your life is so hard
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| I ain’t never left the hood further than a hundred miles
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| Where I stay, We got broken dreams and cracks in the tiles
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| I see them white folks as the bus drives through
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| They only visit when they need a vial of coke for their crew
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| Or a stash of that ganjah that me sell, we can manger
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| They pull up in their 600 next to my honda
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| And for a second I see into their life
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| Trips to the Virgin islands with their two kids and a wife
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| No slum lord, crack heads and hookers on the track
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| Just desperate housewives worrying about if thet’re getting fat
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| Poppin' a couple pills — I got pills to pay!
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| Four kids, four baby mothers who ain’t got shit to say
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| Exept when I’m gonna get this? |
| when I’m gonna get that?
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| If you don’t get it then yo you better get strapped
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| This is my life, No kids, no wife, no stress
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| Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains
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| But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain
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| Well from ghetto to ghetto — back yard to yard
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| We tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars
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| Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains
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| But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain
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| Wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
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| We all stuck and lookin' to get released… from that trap
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| Trapped — behind the picket fence and the decadence
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| Deep underneath my lost innocence and the ignorance
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| Mos’s a housewife, daddy’s a business man
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| Don’t know much 'bout black culture, but I’ve got the new 50 cent
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| That’s how I know that they’re different
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| See the crooks when I’m in town lookin' just how they picture them
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| I cross the street, see the looks, hear them whisperin'…
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| Gotta rush back to the burbs and the safety of my residence
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| Of my segre… gated community
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| Later for human beings, later for you and me
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| To be eye to eye and to slice the pie in love and piece and unity
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| You heard right — I ain’t giving up my birth tonight
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| And the cops in my pocket, true indeed
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| I’m a future politician or a lobbyist
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| A CEO I see the road — lined with gold — it’s obvious
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| I got it figured out: I’m scared & I ain’t getting out
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| So I made it like you ain’t getting out the prison system ever now
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| Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains
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| But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain
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| Well from ghetto to ghetto — back yard to yard
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| We tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars
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| Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains
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| But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain
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| Wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
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| We all stuck and lookin' to get released
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| Well it’s like mentally we’re stuck in the ghetto
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| And physically we’re stuck in the ghetto
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| So we’re trying to find ourself a way out of the ghetto
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| But no matter where we turn it’s like we stuck in the ghetto
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| And mi crying for help, but there’s no one to help
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| We turn to the bigger heads — the bigga heads them resent
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| We no waan see we free from mental slavery
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| As election come the ballot box them a send we
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| But you haffi know how fi trod in the ghetto
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| Can’t cross certain borders inna the ghetto
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| But I know I’m lookin' forward to a better tomorrow
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| Cus I tell myself I gotta get out of the ghetto
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| Got to get out… the ghetto — it’s like we framed in a mind frame…
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| Got to get out… — somebody playin' a mindgame
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| …the ghetto — let me know who behind them…
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| Gotta get out… — cus I’m sure that they hidin'
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| …the ghetto — behind their own fences…
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| Gotta get out… — monitored by their own lences
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| …the ghetto — the shit is senseless
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| I’m Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains
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| But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain
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| Well from ghetto to ghetto — back yard to yard
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| We tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars
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| Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains
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| But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain
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| Wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
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| We all stuck and lookin' to get released
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| Allright, allright…
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| Got to get out… the ghetto
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| Got to get out… the ghetto
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| Get out the ghetto!
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| Got to get out…- get out the ghetto
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| …the ghetto — get out the…, get out the…, get out the…, get out!!!
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| Got to get out… the ghetto |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapped (w/ Kardinal Offishall And Daville), artist - Promoe. Album song White Man's Burden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп