Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Palace of Exile, artist - The Psycho Realm. Date of issue: 01.01.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Palace of Exile |
| We’re locked up in the life we lead, end up chalked up |
| Knocked up everybody looking like us |
| In the palace running with those who get wild |
| Outsiders live in exile |
| Meanwhile we’re caged up trapped in a scene |
| Destiny’s made up |
| Laid up all in the cut 'til bail is paid up |
| In a cell we dwell until we parole |
| It’s all part of living your life a psycho |
| They make us to be antagonist |
| Worst while they’re fabulous |
| We’re the broke and scandalous |
| Who’ll never know what lavish is |
| Law establishers rules for savages |
| Set up the bait and then debate |
| On your sentence for damages |
| Flood the street with cannabis |
| Crystal Meth handle this |
| Get you fucked up |
| The serve you guns with high calibers |
| Give you ghetto fame everytime you act crazy |
| Knuckleheads bringing the heat ti 'hoods daily |
| Got cops ready to serve you just waiting |
| To take you to the palace exiled from your baby momma drama |
| Prison life gonna put you on a program |
| Rehabilitate your mind state if you wanna |
| Otherwise go through repeated visits to cell |
| Or dorms in whatever camp palaces where you dwell |
| If in jail get petty money for labor skills |
| While stock holders sell and make money off shit you build |
| Exiled before we pull triggers on burnt steel |
| No matter what your record is or how many you’ve killed |
| You could be clean as a whistle homie but still |
| The palace was built for you, that’s real |
| Through the broke glass I make my escape |
| Want what I don’t have and that’se the shit that I’ll take |
| From the hands of any man |
| You retaliate and my blade sinks in you like quicksand |
| Listen to the warning that I’ve given |
| It’s the act of violence that keeps most crooks driven |
| Breaking and entering |
| And don’t give a fuck |
| Cops not responding to your screaming and yelling |
| Waiting for the cavalary to invade in |
| The cottage in the hills where I hold you hostage |
| Big man sabotage |
| Your sick ass palace of malice gets robbed through the garage |
| Muthafuckas with money get stupid and drunk |
| And have the luxuries of hard drugs and get sprung |
| Raw individuals come and all your shit gets stole and then sold |
| You wanna blame yourself for my sick sideshow |
| Then you realze that you’ve got no control |
| Just lock the muthafucken door |
| And hope that I don’t intro through the window |
| We’re locked up in the life we lead, end up chalked up |
| Knocked up everybody looking like us |
| In the palace running with those who get wild |
| Outsiders live in exile |
| Meanwhile we’re caged up trapped in a scene |
| Destiny’s made up |
| Laid up all in the cut 'til bail is paid up |
| In a cell we dwell until we parole |
| It’s all part of living your life a psycho |