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Illinformed
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Illinformed
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Alexander Whitehead
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Lyrics
I need friends, need food, need faith, need love
Not fame, not hate, not pain, not drugs
Give me all the things I need
Not the things I don't want
Why you gonna fill your zoot
With tobacco bill a blunt
I never wanna feel no lumps
Coz they're killer like guns
That's for real son
What the hell is shame?
I don't feel none
Always looking shifty
Till the second that the deal's done
Old Bill hot on my heels
You know I will run
To a high hill and chill
Until I feel numb
Tracks still banging
Like Bricky man on steel drums
Skin and bones shivering
Still I need to chill with the quill
Reveal real ill skill to feel discipline
Still on the inside
Expressive on the outside
It's better that way
Pain elevates with out cries
Plus a little chronic
Getting hit up through a down pipe
You wanna hear the truth
In a mans voice
This is what it sounds like
Where am I?
Who's looking at me?
Who can I trust?
No one around
Except my allies
It's fucked
Im so disorientated
Where am I?
Who's looking at me?
Who can I trust?
No one around
Except my allies
It's fucked
I'm never counter productive
I counter destructive structures
Never ever uninterrupted
Finger fuck the system till it buses
Spitting on the top deck of the bus
Bringing the ruckus, swigging the rum up
Coming up like drug rushes cuz
I'm in the gutter like a dutty mother fucker
Bringing light like it's colours for the others
Trying to shine like summers
On the lines like runners
But with rhymes for my brothers
Killing time never rushing
Hibernate to calibrate the phrase like
Why you fronting like the book I'm clutching?
I mash your brain, prepare to seckle
Rookies getting tucked in coz their stunting
Like the Tasmanian Dare Devil, tread careful
Like you're walking up some stairs without a banister
Stagger your swagger to eliminate the massacre
Positive character that drops the knowledge standard coz
I'm trying to keep you out the prison gates like a barrister
Where am I?
Who's looking at me?
Who can I trust?
No one around
Except my allies
It's fucked
Im so disorientated
Where am I?
Who's looking at me?
Who can I trust?
No one around
Except my allies
It's fucked
Writer(s): William Warden Leigh, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead
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