Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Noose, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 07.11.2011
Song language: English
The Noose |
I’ve tried writing this letter now several times before |
When the party is over and the liquor is no more |
I’ll tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore |
And following their rules is such a god forsaken bore |
Now I say «God» because I’m programmed, but I believe in none |
I see no interventions, and I see no holy sons |
And if I’m wrong, then strike me down and break these breathing lungs |
Just take the words, reverse 'em back upon my evil tongue |
I’ve seen children harm each other like it’s second nature, some |
Just wanna watch the world burn and bang upon the drums |
And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on |
'Cause chaos has a melody and death is like a song |
I sing, sing out to the rafters, I sing |
Close this little chapter and I think |
This life is a disaster and it stings |
I’m trying to find a way to just sing |
Sing out to the rafters, I sing |
Close this little chapter and I think |
This life is a disaster and it stings |
You see I’m trying to find a way out |
What a world, what a world |
I’m hanging up the noose now |
Waiting for the end |
What a world, what a world |
I’m hanging up the noose now |
Waiting for the end |
I went to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendleton |
And the cause of the missing limbs it mean that it’s no love like Wimbledon |
When they sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen |
I’m thinking that the enemy took away their ability to walk and to touch |
No way of rekindling— what it’s now gone |
Unless they got money like Forrest and Lieutenant Dan |
The war, if you in it, damn, they have no remorse at any minute, Bam! |
That’s fucked off, while we chillin' on tour on the bus getting sucked off |
Know our families grieving, 'cause wars receding their peeps and they crying |
their butts off |
That’s why I give so much when I flow bust, why we got it so good |
'Cause it’s so rough, for the young soldiers who |
Do exactly what they’re told to do… damn |
Do exactly what they told to do |
Defend the country and uphold the crew |
But give my one and only soul for U (S.A.)? |
That’s a hell of a job description, I don’t know if my God’s with this one |
But I guess it’s the laws of sick men |
Send out youngins and they fall the victim |
Of an evil clan’s plan, that’s why I be saying «Dwamn» |
'Cause on 9/11, I realized our fate is in another man’s hands |
What a world, what a world |
I’m hanging up the noose now |
Waiting for the end |
What a world, what a world |
I’m hanging up the noose now |
Waiting for the end |
When I see how my loved ones have left |
I wonder how long I would fight |
I wonder if I would give in and let the reaper lead me into night? |
See I got too much pride left, like my grandma that died too early |
Reaching for moments more but instead the cancer in her lungs took her from me |
We drift, naturally, like two ships in the roughest of seas |
That’s why this moment is precious, yet I’m too distant to feel it complete |
See these days I feel so disconnected, it gets harder to drop to my knees |
I guess that’s a side-effect of living in generation X-Y-Z |
Obsessed with pain and greed, man I wish we were kids again |
Things were simple then |
90's incidents got me losing friends to the hands of violent men |
Fast, faster than speeding bullets whizzing down alleyways |
Abruptly I’m waking up from this haze |
But only to realize the world hasn’t changed |
Some of y’all not even fazed, y’all think it’s the way we’ve been raised? |
Fuck it, I’ll sinking right back in this haze |
'Cause these could turn out to be my last of days |
With a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air, but I’m just too scared |
Choking from the pressure when I rock this chair |
Swing back and forth and tempt death with a blank stare |
What a world, what a world |
I’m hanging up the noose now |
Waiting for the end |
What a world, what a world |
I’m hanging up the noose now |
Waiting for the end |