Lyrics:
just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
Than
just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
Than
The housing commission ain't no joke
All these boys they don't want no smoke
I'll go to the grave for I go broke
Coz the housing commission ain't no
Cockney 91, and the rest of the Good Life Amalgamation
5 o'clock follies
Corresponding with thieves
And the dance of a thousand veils arouse
They're
my face, touching my soul
Got too much of it, ayy you
Ayy You, take some glow
Cos I am taking You to a place
Where there is hope, there is life
There
heads in dead end occupations stagnant wages door to door
Those rough estates are maintained, where the core will reside
Standard teenage life for us
on welfare
Section 8 housing
Government funded healthcare
Jobs is bleak
And these streets they made hustlas
Spirits is low
And these drug they made customers
for they comfort they double it
Full of shit
Kill a landlord, save your hood
Make it clear, make it understood
Profit from housing can never be good
from pressure I'll glow
I done came a long way from
Adelaide Housing Trust
Unchained a long way from
Adelaide Housing Trust
I done came a long way from
Mixing all these chemicals I'm stuck inside my element
She wanna come to my residence
Lookin' at her body she undressin' it
Mixing all these
Ya' nah mean, mi dip out a whole fourteen, nah mean
And reload man extra magazine, nah mean
A wounded them housing scheme, nah mean
'Nough a dem
life, electricity builds around the housing
Crazed circuitry
I'm sinking and I'm drowning, can you hear the sound around it
The clouds rain down bits, in
check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homey that's irrelevant
I with the D.O.C., there's nobody better than
The West coast felon when he
presidents
I move love the president
Running like the president
Running like the president
Running like the president
Bad bitch in my residence
I live like
WELCOME TO PUBLIC HOUSING
OHH OHH cHH
HOUSE DIRTY
I GOT ROcCHES RUNNING ROUND WITH MOUSES
OHH cHH
ITS HcRD TRYNc McKE cH LIVING WHEN YOU IN
residence, godly presence with presidents
My day job, it made me shit, public housing ain't got no fence
And college ain't make no sense, niggas whole home
residence, godly presence with presidents
My day job, it made me shit, public housing ain't got no fence
And college ain't make no sense, niggas whole home
I'm feelin' different, profitin' off my ignorance
But may my life be filled with other decadence
My mama and Grandmama, that's black excellence
My
dodging all the creatures
I feel like the Pharaoh of the east side
But life changed since I been on this side
The rodeo was made for equestrians
But all my
Yo yo yo
Worldwide worldwide
Cool Keith in Bronx housing
Ninety nine 2000
As we get biz yeah
I'ma let you have it
Let's do this
Yo
Benihanas
Many dramas
Vacays working hours
Public housing
Empty flats
Big estates nothing else
Many losses rest in peace
Not forgotten not with me
I
mention is my one last shot at redemption
Because I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I've
Code 187 it's bouncing off the walls
Code 114 I bout to risk it all
Section 8 housing stop running through the halls
Do they scream holy death when
you mention is my one last shot at redemption
Because I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity
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