Lyrics:
scarred by the limelight
Hurt by the sun
As it shone on the needle
When the day's work was done
Could it be that we've waited
For 30 odd years
For a man
to the rhythm, listen to the sick track
Old tribes are ruled by the same old rat pack
Ev'rybody flirts with the killer of the zodiac
Crowds are cheering, heroes
At this point it's hard to say
If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age
30 Blocks and it's 4 A.M
From an awkward exit where I left my head
A wet match
I stand by the ocean, facing the wind
Makes me wonder what's out there
On the horizon
It makes me want for a sailboat
To take a ride with an old
I quit, I'm sick of the bullshit
Clocking in this bitch and you know I'm about to lose it
Walking out for lunch, 30 minutes ain't enough
If you mad
used to this, I swear
But back in the day, when I made it clear this who I am and that I been true to this
Nobody tried to listen to me
Old friends they
a fucking cop-out
You're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well, I won't be such a coward"
But these day I sit at home, known
days
"We've been here before, we won't stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes but I don't
Where'd you get your sound
cnd one by one
The old men told me
'bout what they done
cnd sometimes how
Well step on up
cnd take a number
cnd take a look
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah, it hurt
This is not a phase,
This is not a façade born out of a misunderstanding of-
The human condition
Every day feels like it's a normal day until it's
Mom and dad hustling day and night, those my Heroes
I swear I've seen some kids that could only be fed with Cheetos
Graduation day : same old clothes,
command thee this day
That all these curses shall come upon thee
And overtake thee
Working on plantations and the Massa always Trapping niggas
Ever under
We'll never be too old for friendship bracelets
And learning to text back
Remember the days of mom and dad
We'd polish off empties as everyone fell
did go
Silly clothes, a bloody nose, heroes
At the back of this house was the old town hall
Where we would play at the local Ball
We hadn't a clue but
I remember hanging out with you
In front of that old record player in your mom and dad's living room
And in the evenings, we wore the grooves out
there is
Now picture me, 11 years old getting jumped by 7 kids that were taught that black was the enemy
While my teacher stayed steady, watching like
to understand
It's just the same old song played by a different band
Every single day it seems a little less is left
Of all that you loved and all that it meant
We take a rest from praising our change
We're tired of denying our old ways
Of all the poison running through our veins
Turning our hearts into
legs ohh ahhhh
In the clay of ancient tablets
And the cover of the daily news
Are a list of kings and heroes
And the book by old Sun Tzu
And nowhere in
a fucking cop-out
You're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well, I won't be such a coward"
But these day I sit at home, known
And the main lesson
And this was over years
But the drummer always
Has to do what's best for the song
And one day
Yaeli's daughter Hadas
Told my sister and I
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