Ancoats 2 Zambia

Текст песни Baby Namboos - Ancoats 2 Zambia <br/> Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class<br /><br />Why are poor paying pounds for the broken glass<br /><br />And as we point our fingers we turn our backs<br /><br />We cant accept each other and thats a matter of fact<br /><br />( )<br />And doctor who do you shoot<br /><br />Youths or one boy<br /><br />Ever since the day youve seen the rich get you<br /><br />Children you wont need to get a part of it<br /><br />Broke away from the grape and this all started it<br /><br />So you wont stay or take a drug at all<br /><br />cause you know youre so susceptible<br /><br />They turn and get you, now youre full of hate<br /><br />You cant accept it, now youre in an irate state<br /><br />This is wrecks-n-effects and I shake up their flex<br /><br />They got techs break their necks<br /><br />And their building their reps<br /><br />Who the boos<br /><br />Who to choose how they wearin the shoes<br /><br />In army I enlist and takin a piss<br /><br />Certain things I have seen<br /><br />So Im lookin to grieve<br /><br />Powers usually runnin<br /><br />Theyre buyin the buildings<br /><br />And then they sell<br /><br />At least a bell and theyre breakin em down<br /><br />My life to the rocks<br /><br />Livin in a shoebox<br /><br />Social security<br /><br />They like the poor in me<br /><br />Bring out the whore in me<br /><br />Then knock the door on me<br /><br />Cheap tricks dont like chicks<br /><br />And Im rubbin their hips<br /><br />Who the boos<br /><br />Who to choose how they wearin the shoes<br /><br />It was a long time ago and started to grow<br /><br />Forest fire earned and sent me afrocentric negroes<br /><br />So I juxtapose<br /><br />This goes out to those<br /><br />Who turned up their nose a long time ago<br /><br />Now I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo<br /><br />I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo<br /><br />So open your mind<br /><br />If you feel you could go<br /><br />Clean out your ears well<br /><br />While I clear my throat<br /><br />The vital ingredient, the antidote<br /><br />Willy wee flex like some other one<br /><br />Its a feelin that I get sometimes<br /><br />When Im lyin in my bed sometimes<br /><br />Black cloud in my head sometimes<br /><br />Intoxicating my mind, my mind<br /><br />Its not that I wanna die<br /><br />Baby just that I wanna fly<br /><br />But this feelin that I get sometimes<br /><br />I could sever all ties, all ties<br /><br />Hate the color of my skin sometimes<br /><br />Hates to see what I see sometimes<br /><br />So how can I ever win my time<br /><br />I was sold on the other side<br /><br />cause a wasted life is no such thing<br /><br />Theres no such thing as a wasted life<br /><br />cause life is death and death is life<br /><br />And these here thoughts are not a crime<br /><br />One day is forever, forever is a day<br /><br />Its so fucking easy to throw it all away