Lyrics:
the porch
Sleep it off and dreams bubbled
Via German Fat Caps
Snuck off beneath angel feather camo
Some believe we're sheep deteriorating
Frozen picket fence
Welcome home
We carry on
When our lives come undone
We carry on
'Cause there's promise in the morning sun
We carry on
As the dark surrenders
Tatatatata
Tatatatata
Tatatatata
Tatatatata
This is real life man
(Nah for real)
I’m in the hood
I’m jumping them fences
Looking for food
But I
to a resistance
You scared looking at your window
You see your own fucking children crawling over your fences
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
friend?
My walking stick's covered with grass
The stick that I left at the fence
Every morning they milk their goats
They give me milk to taste
They give
all right
Through the longest night
Just silence everything
But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could clear us a yard in the back
right by
Oh the drive that life takes
Makes rat race my way or the highway
How 'bout you live what you say
Sit where you lay
Stuck in the pits where you
Yester Years
A lonely bench, in a park so crowded
The autumn leaves, by and by they fall
A flicker in your desolate soul
As you stare down at your
live
May you sit by the river
Reading hundred-year-old books
And drink cheap wine and laugh
And not worry how you look
May you roll down your windows
When you lit you could live like this
I'm finna pour me up (yeah)
When you lit you could live like this
I'm finna pour me up (yeah)
When you lit you
benzes and live in a hole
To keep my insanity go
I came from the fields I'm mentally low
I'm probably gon' die alone
I came from the fields diggin' them
knowledge was the barter for bread
And people knew something of what they live for
There's a rope twisted salty and I burn my hands
Defiantly wrapped by
The light is killed by darkness
That's the world we live in, man there ain't no way around it
Every time that you want to go and climb a mountain
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
My grandmother's house is still there but it isn't the same
A plain wooden cottage, a patch of brown lawn
And a fence that hangs standing
Well it’s been a while since I spit on a beat like this, you know it
Produced by NEF on that grimy shit
Termanology, yeah, Buddhakai, c’mon
There
Well it's been awhile since I spit on a beat like this, you know it
Produced by NEF on that grimy shit
Termanology, yeah, Buddhakai, c'mon, Let's go
the gang truce
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop,
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like,
queried the man
Who advised me to stand by
Said your stuck with the blade
That you live or you die by
You carry that weight
Puts the lines on your face
queried the man
Who advised me to stand by
Said your stuck with the blade
That you live or you die by
You carry that weight
Puts the lines on your face
confirmed
He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin, breakin his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from
hard to hold
I'll stick through it
Using wits
Taking hits
I live for this
I don't give in
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is us
Only a few
never no excuse
Gotta choose to climb the fence
I’m just tryna make amends
Girl that’s all that’s left to do
It’s been a while now
I been in a drought
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