Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oxygen, artist - Zion I. Album song Break A Dawn, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2007
Record label: Live Up
Song language: English
Oxygen |
There was a time where I used to care what folks think |
Sniffing on my arm hoping that I don’t stink |
Your boys are turned to men and men turned to savages |
I call it for you statistics and averages |
And so we grow up with these hopes and dreams |
Like the world getting labeling us as dope and fiends |
We want a life of fine ass wife |
And a house where the kids play can play without strife |
But all we get is the same ol shit |
Kind of pissed our tips is where the rich gets richer |
And we sip the liquor homie split the swisher |
Tryna buy stock options and switch the picture |
But I’im all out of focus mayne its hard to cope |
Gimme a rope just to wrap my throat |
And we don’t vote not that I don’t believe the system |
But our answer to gleff is our right man listen |
I need oxygen |
Gimme air let me breathe again |
Ay, can’t take for granted what we never really had |
A nice thicket fence for the mom and dad |
And it makes me mad When I look in the eye |
Of the children and the night I hear their souls cry |
As eye burst eye and it test the wills |
The IRS comin by and collectin bills |
Im' so blessed with the fire it gives me chills |
In a country so cold cause shes set to still |
My movement smooth and infused with the realest |
Shackled and chained yall can’t kill us |
Tackle my brain harassing my fellas |
Gaffle me up and tag me a villain |
Im still chillin yall can’t stop the strut out |
Im black man tucked in my hide out |
You can’t come in unless you summon |
I call all my people that’s runnin for hills for skrill |
When we chase dolla bills still it’s a ill lifestyle for real |
Feel like killa be killed tryna to eat a meal |
The government like to steal |
We got a bum deal |
I need oxygen |
Gimme air let me breathe again |
Hey |
Ima be chookin in this state were in |
No job or education need a great bm |
Kids walking up to school cutting late again |
Block huggin wanna thug get them papers in |
Closeminded in a world that we stationed in |
World wide territories in there safe and friends |
Terrorism at a high but it starts within |
Livin wild getting vile but its hard to win |
But we can’t get united we all competent |
And I’m breathing in this beat like its oxygen |