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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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