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Nappy Roots - "These Walls"
Hmmmmmmmm
Well, well, well, well
[Chorus]
These walls are closin in
How long Im supposed to grin
I lost my will to win
Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
These walls are closin in
How long Im supposed to grin
I lost my will to win
Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
As darkness approaches
And Im fumbling through the blunt roaches
Its looking hopeless, totally unfocused
Stumbling onto the front porch
Poasty with my closest associates
We were so broke
Though a couple of us had sold dope
Still humble enough to be po folk
We coming up to be grown folk
Aint dumb enough to be slow poke
Though the hours of death they grow close
So we give our lives to the utmost, Plus
Heres an extra point
Visualize the gold post
No we not eating duck roast
But we live our lives to the utmost, Cause
Those pressure points
Are the corners we cut close
Turn most civilized
Yaggers to cutthroats
And its these men they send
up state by truck load
And hurl em in to the pin like buffalos
Im saying
[Chorus]
The game was sold, not told to me
Heartache wont let go of me
Games say that Ill live and lie
But Ill trrrrryyyyy
Every which way tell you the angles
I done tossed and turned
Hit and missed
Pissed cause of that didnt amount to this
Getting it aint got a damn thing to do with keeping shit
Working damn hard to get it
Plans and not parting with it
Life got a way of showing you shit
you cant barely see
Tough keeping close
Setting sail through a sea of gs
Something should this night I lay me down to sleep
Wasnt happy with my friend
Pray the lord my soul to keep
[Chorus]
Im bout 3000 miles from Graceland
By the county from Macon
But you would think Im arm reach from Satan
I got a strange way of telling the truth
Most felons do stuff between
Hearin your story and telling it too
Stuck between nom and feelin it
Right between calm and militant
On the search for deliverance
Im three days from beatin my case at the arraignment
This shits basic
Get the (?) get the statement
[R. Prophit]
Part with the heart of a soldier
Right now Im stuck behind bars with daddy told ya
I chose to march with martin carryin posters
They lock me down, but they usually hang us folks up
We so tough, white man trying to control us
And mold us, simulate our cultures, they doped us
Hell naw Im stayin focused
I wont corrupt with evil
Forever fightin for my people, equal
Fight for you rights
These walls are closing in
How long Im supposed to grin
I lost my will to win
Forgive my sin..
Ladies and gentlemen I have some very sad news for all of you
Could you lower those sings please?
Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight..
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