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Crack The Code
For real, keep it on the loop
I dig it a lot, just like mama’s corn soup
You feelin’ me, hearing that tune
Or maybe I’m in the wrong room
Get up on it, do you know what I mean?
Jammin’ on hot scones with cream
This song needs to tell our life stories
We all have battles ongoing in our lives
When you hear the sound of pop pop, oh no
Kids gettin’ shot for a pair of shoes in Chicago
Tough neighbourhood street
Corrupt badges on the beat
Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop
Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare
Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear
Came out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control
If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more and forget ‘bout toys
Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys
They aren’t speakin’ our language
Let’s get the hell outta here, somewhere tranquil
Day by day, lets see if we can crack the code
Try placing ones thoughts inside a brand new abode
For better or worse, it’s up to you, not your corner crew
We grow up thinking we had to listen, who knew
Step outside the hood, look around, don’t be shy
Then buy a one-way Greyhound ticket, say bye-bye
At the start it might feel hard, but give it a chance
You’ll be surprised what you find, just take that first glance
Tough neighbourhood street
Corrupt badges on the beat
Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop
Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare
Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear
Came out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control
If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more and forget ‘bout toys
Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys.
I dig it a lot, just like mama’s corn soup
You feelin’ me, hearing that tune
Or maybe I’m in the wrong room
Get up on it, do you know what I mean?
Jammin’ on hot scones with cream
This song needs to tell our life stories
We all have battles ongoing in our lives
When you hear the sound of pop pop, oh no
Kids gettin’ shot for a pair of shoes in Chicago
Tough neighbourhood street
Corrupt badges on the beat
Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop
Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare
Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear
Came out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control
If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more and forget ‘bout toys
Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys
They aren’t speakin’ our language
Let’s get the hell outta here, somewhere tranquil
Day by day, lets see if we can crack the code
Try placing ones thoughts inside a brand new abode
For better or worse, it’s up to you, not your corner crew
We grow up thinking we had to listen, who knew
Step outside the hood, look around, don’t be shy
Then buy a one-way Greyhound ticket, say bye-bye
At the start it might feel hard, but give it a chance
You’ll be surprised what you find, just take that first glance
Tough neighbourhood street
Corrupt badges on the beat
Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop
Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare
Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear
Came out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control
If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more and forget ‘bout toys
Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys.
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