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No escape
Verse 1
I've noticed there's no escape from this ghetto
girls break our hearts that's why we call their heels stilettos.
hanging on a wire, feeling a puppet
looking for my nuts just so I can cup it
I'm a grown man, still having night sweats
not really sure why I haven't got my sight yet
still stumbling through the dark, blind as hell
maybe I'll escape..guess time will tell
Chorus
I've been running from these streets my whole life
not ever really making progress, just wanting somewhere safe to call mine
just not entirely sure what I gotta do to finally feel fine.
Maybe one day I'll swallow the whole knife
and finally kill my ego...
Verse 2
Same old story, every where I turn
miserable people looking for green to burn
maybe it's got leaves or maybe it's got faces
I just know everyone wishes they could trade places
always looking at the sky, waiting for God to show
but instead all we ever get is a fresh batch of snow
even in the summer, no way to find shade
everyone getting squeezed like lemonade.
Cracks on the sidewalk, bodies lined with chalk
no escape except from a forty-five
no one gets out alive...
Chorus
I've noticed there's no escape from this ghetto
girls break our hearts that's why we call their heels stilettos.
hanging on a wire, feeling a puppet
looking for my nuts just so I can cup it
I'm a grown man, still having night sweats
not really sure why I haven't got my sight yet
still stumbling through the dark, blind as hell
maybe I'll escape..guess time will tell
Chorus
I've been running from these streets my whole life
not ever really making progress, just wanting somewhere safe to call mine
just not entirely sure what I gotta do to finally feel fine.
Maybe one day I'll swallow the whole knife
and finally kill my ego...
Verse 2
Same old story, every where I turn
miserable people looking for green to burn
maybe it's got leaves or maybe it's got faces
I just know everyone wishes they could trade places
always looking at the sky, waiting for God to show
but instead all we ever get is a fresh batch of snow
even in the summer, no way to find shade
everyone getting squeezed like lemonade.
Cracks on the sidewalk, bodies lined with chalk
no escape except from a forty-five
no one gets out alive...
Chorus
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