Lyrics:
Lonesome and hungry I travel this land
Searching for some place called home
Faceless and nameless know only by fate
Destiny finds me no more
Killing themselves to shovel down food and abundance
I guess a rapper from Britain is a rare voice
America is capitalism on steroids
Natives kept in
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line
And if they make a wrong move they penalized
Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
the comin of W.B. Farrhad
The God in person, yeah cursin
America, word is bond
And left us Elijah and Farrakhan
and beast incentives
Relative to the back of my hand
Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance
We playin hangman! (Hotdamn!)
We
gotta do it for the hood, do it, do it for the street, uh
Dope in the trunk
Creepin out the cut
9 by the gut
Never get enough
I don't give a fuck
To the dark unknown
And wandered there
All on my own
But, when freedom calls
I'm only a whisper away
Carried aloft by the wind
In the grace of life
I'm only
til you'd think the ceiling would fall
For I spent six months in Brooks Academy
Learning to dance for Lannigan's ball
Six long months I spent in Dublin
At least there's a lifeguard in the Car pool lane
Some memorabilia
To remember me by
Cuz time flies
And I've had it with you guys
Look, The only reason I'm
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
And the springs of their brooks are poisoned thorough
Few of men can resist, few of you´ll be free
Fattered in chains you see only your (their) line
It´s not
If the shoe fit then wear it
If you can fit two then pair it
If you don't think we in need
You probably part of the problem
It's only justice we
subjects in a duck pond
If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony,
ones notice?
(We did!)
Throw ya fuckin hands up if ya did
Now it's time for me to go and have a dig
Flowers by the grave is where I piss
Cause I only
was lovely
All the fellows wanted to be just like P
Only to hang out and party
With dunn from Mobb Deep
My pockets was full and
I bought everybody
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
thee pity me from out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies.
A barren world hemmed in by leaden skies where horror flies at night,
and blasphemy.
For
a given
A simple kind of guy
Prefer the truth to any lie
And the truth is right now
I'm tired of just getting by
In America
You don't have to settle
You
a panda
500 Pounds
I will run on you clowns like Dunn for the down
And if somebody frown
Bad pass status, throw guns to the ground
In a black hood, not
don't stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, claustrophobic the only way out was rapping
America don't understand it,
of pastures and brooks
Of a world he only knows from books
Snapping out of reveries when children pass
Take me along
On a walk in the park
A walk in the park
cold shoulder effect
Tha main thing keeping you alive you neglect
Live by how you die by don't forget
Ain't no heart in these streets
Cause it money we
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