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Richard Terfry (born March 4, 1972), better known by his stage name Buck 65, is a Canadian alternative hip hop artist. Underpinned by an extensive background in abstract hip hop, his more recent music has extensively incorporated blues, country, rock, folk and avant-garde influences. more »

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Nights with the lights out, days in the hole
Mind wonder quite how I stayed in control
Tracing my name in the face of the stone
And I might turn up right under their nose
When the keyhole planks and the man comes
Do you crawl on all fours or stand up
I am upright, I am smiling
I'mma get off this fucking island
Drag me out into the moonlight
Where the wall is all around
The good men are all in their bed
The undead are all underground
Walk through the night to the break of day
I've been digging the holes
The old fashioned way
I got blood on my knuckles and rock to crack
When you tunnel this far, no stoppin' that
It's no slowin' down, it's no doublin' back
Gotta go the ground and get a hold of a map
Size stroke toward hope with
The ocean crashes
It may go down but I can't go backwards
Uh, bars, callin' all cars
Hacks in the robo, caught em off guard
Riot in the yard when you hear the bell
Betta face toward heaven and run like hell

Hell is other people
And heaven is the chance you take in vain
And you might need to kill me, mister
I ain't going back to jail
Ain't going back to jail

1976 was the year
Heavenly mix that eventually sticks
Not to mention the heaviest
Bricks in concrete
Conquerin' drum beats the honkies
With tight pants
I might dance, watch me now! AC
DC, bass take it easy, greasy guitar licks
And reading Archie comics
Nonstop rocks off in Bon Scott's vomit
Pawn shop, final 33 in the 3rd deep
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Side one track one, deadlock
Stalemate jailbreak wait to gain
Build your muscle, educate your brain
Stickin' my arms through the bars
Of the hand held
Mary one maid, muthafucka, jailbreak

Hell is other people
And heaven is the chance you take in vain
And you might need to kill me, mister
I ain't going back to jail
Ain't going back to jail

Vertical vertical vertical vertical
Diagonal Diaz-animal, eyes half mast
Time in a flatfoot lap
On the night of his briar patch act
Give him to the fire, wish you were simple
A signal a tripped up guard with a
Neck full of tendrils
Ribs to the bars in a moment of mayhem
Go for the key ring, open the cages
Say hello to a growing equation, woah
Sounds fantastic, no
Got a Giggen launcher via good behavior
Now I'm looking to enable an elusive nature
Here's how the oldest trick in the book look
When performed by coldest fish
On the cook hook it was deep in the pan
With the rags and patches
After, a rearranged mess hall distraction
Aw shh never mind cabin fever
On whisper road like it's wabbit season
I'm a bad bad man, I'm a maverick heathen
I am on the truck, I am past the beacon
I am being fed fresh red
Grapes by the evening
Over state lines on an '89 Sebring, bye
Pardon the commotion I caused
It was this or a me shaped hole in the wall

Hell is other people
And heaven is the chance you take in vain
And you might need to kill me, mister
I ain't going back to jail
Ain't going back to jail

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