| I came from a place I forgot
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| I woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot
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| On the corner where all the streets got the same name
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| Maybe my brain’s on the brink of (INSANE!)
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| Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train
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| This the land of milk and honey (know what I’m sayin?!)
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| The invisible man times three
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| Black, down and out — out standin on a corner (no doubt)
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| Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations
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| Another win for the pilgrims who said (NO MORE HAITIANS)
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| As I proceed, someone to feed me is what I need
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| (Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some weed)
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| Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a (FUCKER)
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| Hope to get a ride from a (TRUCKER — aiyyo man)
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| Everybody know I ain’t no (SUCKER)
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| Every time I used to drop thirty at the (RUCKER — that’s it)
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| Away from the crazy kids in Generation Wrecked
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| Dissin pyramids while praisin projects
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| (Walk past old folks gettin no respect!)
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| Callin young folks a bunch a no-good rejects
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| And I walk on
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| An eye for an eye, I can’t recognize the man in the mirror
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| Is it I? |
| It is I
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| Now who this cat I’m lookin at?
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| Cause I’ve been waitin so long, to get where I’m goin
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| An eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee
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| Now how the hell, can I be free
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| And who this cat I’m lookin at?
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| Cause I’ve been lost so long without anybody knowin
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| + (Flavor Flav)
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| So I move on (uh-huh) and I walk on (yeah-yeah!)
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| Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on (SAY WORD?!)
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| Why do home gotta be where the negative roam
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| To be or not to be (so I roll alone)
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| I’m trapped within, this skin and these bones
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| Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones
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| Can I last, as I walk past
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| Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads
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| (Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags)
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| Everyone I see got the nerve to brag
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| Where they from, what they got, and don’t own squat
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| Disrespect where they from and you might get shot
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| Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be
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| (You shoulda shot the fuckin sheriff and the fuckin deputy G!)
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| For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be
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| But I know prison for me, is an industry
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| So I walk, heard the best things in life be free
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| (Didn't God make this land and the air that we breathe)
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| Not for the homeless, don’t give a damn about me
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| In the mirror somebody else is starin at me
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| Maybe prison is the skin I’m within
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| All this time I been sufferin can’t fix it with a Bufferin
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| Plus they said I’ll never work in this town again (God damn!)
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| So I keep on walkin — yeah
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| + (Flavor Flav)
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| Lil' DayDay is Big Day and just did time
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| Seen him standin (on the unemployment line?!)
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| Which collided with the line of the health clinic
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| I seen Crazy Stacy, her ass standin up in it
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| No more welfare, they cut her Medicaid
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| (DAMN! My momma used to do her braids)
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| I keep walkin, so they don’t see me
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| But I doubt if they doin much better than me
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| So I walk on, never take the planet for granted
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| I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite
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| I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch
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| With a yard of dirt, and littered with Newports
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| Talkin how they comin up while they sittin on they ass
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| As I walk past 'em I’m the target of they laughs
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| And one said «Let's get him for his fuckin stash»
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| As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass
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| Had a little cash, I tried to make it last
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| From a few deals I made from cleanin windshields
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| I ran like a (rally) they caught me in the (alley)
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| Can’t get out the ghetto from New York to (Cali)
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| I thought I had nothin, 'til I felt the knife
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| And now I ain’t even got a life… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Invisible Man, artist - Public Enemy. Album song Rebirth Of A Nation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп