Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Where, artist - Rhyme Asylum. Album song Solitary Confinement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
This Is Where |
I’m from where we have little respect for the law |
And even less for rich people that pretend to be poor |
Cold blooded hold grudges settle our scores |
Live low budget commit benefit fraud |
No justice, I perish the thought |
Fuck weapons of war, chose the pen instead of the sword |
Try and relate, we’re forced to acquire a taste |
For food past expiry dates |
(Who's deciding my fate?) Will I rise to where messiah awaits? |
Or plunge into hell’s fiery lakes |
They fight to the death, stay bad to the bone |
Turn the price on your head to a tag on your toe |
Live and direct, never watered down |
I’m living life on the edge ‘till someone talks me down |
Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks |
Stuck in London’s underbelly fighting for scraps |
This is where we live, this is where we die |
This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better) |
This is where we dream, this is where work |
This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let’s come together) |
A place where silent nights are nonexistent |
Life of crime violent fights and constant killings |
Making right and wrong decisions |
If it’s a free country, why do I feel trapped by the cost of living? |
I’m between a nine to five and writing rhymes |
You gotta take what you want or get what you’re given |
A loss of vision from things shining bright |
Is what your blinded by and listen |
Cos everything that glitters ain’t gold |
And ain’t no turning back coz life is like a one way road |
We’re seen differently through the eye of big brother |
Though we all bleed red despite the skin colour |
I feel like I’m fucked 'till my times up |
Cos reality bites and life sucks |
Blood, we’re in a trap and gonna get the fuck out somehow |
Ask my boy Keedo — he know |
This is where we live, this is where we die |
This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better) |
This is where we dream, this is where work |
This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let’s come together) |
This is London where the devil never calls in advance |
Life’s a journey — I’m just walking the path |
Growing up I learned some big lessons |
With weapons lives come to swift ends in split seconds |
Best believe, we ain’t playing happy families |
At times my yard’s descended into savage anarchy |
Most lack morality |
Money ain’t the root of all evil its people’s selfish rationality |
One love to my brothers in arms |
And those struggling past on government grants |
We’re all exactly the same |
We battle in vain like blood cells fighting off cancerous plague |
Rogues roaming on road holding loaded revolvers |
So I got my eyes open looking over my shoulder |
Morals dissolve in the crack smoke |
This is London — where blood runs colder than cash flow |
This is where we live, this is where we die |
This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better) |
This is where we dream, this is where work |
This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let’s come together) |