Death Row
That’s where motherfuckers is endin up
Dear mama, I’m caught up in this sickness
I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness
Wonder if they’ll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Don’t wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I’m walkin, and talkin behind my back
I’m kind of schizophrenic, I’m in this shit to win it
Cause life’s a Wheel of, Fortune here’s my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I’ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I’m nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners
[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my set, is 16 is wet
It’s hard to adapt, when you’re black and you’re trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn’ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can’t sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And that’s how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row
[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today’s my final day, I’m countin every breath
I’m bitter cause I’m dyin, so much I haven’t seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn’t give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher’s there for me
He’s a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He’s only here to be sure
I don’t drop a dime to God bout the crimes he’s commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain’t my peers and in all these years, they ain’t never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you’re better off gettin shot
I’m convinced self-defense is the way
Ple
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a Billy from an old french horn
And kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole ’bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched like a clothesline
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jail
And I strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
And I strum it toud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six |
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and a Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree
And I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
’bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a long branch elbow
Chorus
I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin’
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Repeat Chorus
Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that stapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Repeat Chorus |
Oh, where are you now George?
Now that wingers have been laid to rest
And shirts have adverts across their breast
And it’s all about who’s the richest
Where are you now George?
With those boots that laced up the side
And that Irish shirt that you wore with pride
And that picture of you with Mike Summerbee and bride
Oh, where are you now George?
I dreamed of you dribbling past City’s back four
And leaving Joe Corrigan fumbling on the floor
And the Stretford End singing “More! Bestie! More!”
Where are you now George?
In a boutique down Carnaby Street?
Or gambling on the horses at an Aintree meet?
Oh where oh where are those magic feet?
I know where you’ve been
On Granada every week
I want you to come back to me
And have you seen George Oghani
And Charlie George? |
La notte se ne va
E siamo ancora qui,
Un po’ disfatti ma
Randagi e liberi,
Con l’anima che sta,
In equilibrio sopra il mondo.
La macchina che va,
E inarrestabili,
Noi sopra la citt?,
Ribelli e zingari
Cercando verit?
Ed un’emozione che ci dia
Tutta l’energia
Per non fermarsi e accelerare
? un mondo che si muove,
Ma non sa bene dove.
? fatta come me, ? la mia generazione
Ed ha le sue parole, per raccontarsi il cuore
Messaggi in codice scritti sopra i muri di citt?
E ci si incontra poi
Per strada e dentro i bar,
Per stare tra di noi
Sentirci liberi
Da questa realt?,
Che non sa pi? comprendere,
Nemmeno la met?,
Di tutto quello che hai nel cuore.
? un mondo che si muove
In ogni direzione
? fatta come me, ? la mia generazione
Ed ha sempre una canzone per scogliere il dolore
Messaggi in codice dedicati in una notte di citt?.
Gli stessi occhi, lo stesso cuore
Di una generazione fatta come me
La stessa pioggia, lo stesso sole
Tu sai che un’altra come questa no, non c’?.
? un’onda di marea, che spezza gli argini,
E cerca una risposta dentro se,
E basta quest’idea per riconoscersi,
Da un gesto e da uno sguardo che
Da solo gi? parla di noi.
La stessa rabbia,
Lo stesso amore
Di una generazione
Fatta come me ? un mondo che si muove
Ma non sa bene dove
? fatta come me
? la mia generazione
Gli stessi sogni
Stesso dolore,
Perch? sai un’altra
Come questa no,
non c’? ? un mondo che si muove
In ogni direzione
? fatta come me
? la mia generazione
Gli stessi occhi
Lo stesso cuore,
Di una generazione
Fatta come me ? un mondo che si muove
Ma non sa bene dove
? fatta come me
? la mia generazione
La stessa pioggia,
Lo stesso sole
Tu sai che un’altra
Come questa
No, non c’? ? un mondo che si muove
In ogni direzione
? fatta come me
? la mia generazione
Non c’`e
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