Текст песни Baby Namboos - Ancoats 2 Zambia

Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class

Why are poor paying pounds for the broken glass

And as we point our fingers we turn our backs

We cant accept each other and thats a matter of fact

And doctor who do you shoot

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Youths or one boy

Ever since the day youve seen the rich get you

Children you wont need to get a part of it

Broke away from the grape and this all started it

So you wont stay or take a drug at all


They turn and get you, now youre full of hate

You cant accept it, now youre in an irate state

This is wrecks-n-effects and I shake up their flex

They got techs break their necks

And their building their reps

Who the boos

Who to choose how they wearin the shoes

In army I enlist and takin a piss

Certain things I have seen

So Im lookin to grieve

Powers usually runnin

Theyre buyin the buildings

And then they sell

At least a bell and theyre breakin em down

My life to the rocks

Livin in a shoebox

Social security

They like the poor in me

Bring out the whore in me

Then knock the door on me

Cheap tricks dont like chicks

And Im rubbin their hips

Who the boos

Who to choose how they wearin the shoes

It was a long time ago and started to grow

Forest fire earned and sent me afrocentric negroes

So I juxtapose

This goes out to those

Who turned up their nose a long time ago

Now I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo

I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo

So open your mind

If you feel you could go

Clean out your ears well

While I clear my throat

The vital ingredient, the antidote

Willy wee flex like some other one

Its a feelin that I get sometimes

When Im lyin in my bed sometimes

Black cloud in my head sometimes

Intoxicating my mind, my mind

Its not that I wanna die

Baby just that I wanna fly

But this feelin that I get sometimes

I could sever all ties, all ties

Hate the color of my skin sometimes

Hates to see what I see sometimes

So how can I ever win my time

I was sold on the other side

cause a wasted life is no such thing

Theres no such thing as a wasted life

cause life is death and death is life

And these here thoughts are not a crime

One day is forever, forever is a day

Its so fucking easy to throw it all away

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