作曲 : Cretu, Palmer-James I came from a place I forgotI woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot On the corner where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brain's on the brink of (INSANE!) Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train This the land of milk and honey (know what I'm sayin?!) The invisible man times three Black, down and out - out standin on a corner (no doubt) Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims who said (NO MORE HAITIANS) As I proceed, someone to feed me is what I need(Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some ******) Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a (******) Hope to get a ride from a (TRUCKER - aiyyo man) Everybody know I ain't no (SUCKER) Every time I used to drop thirty at the (RUCKER - that's it) Away from the crazy kids in Generation WreckedDissin pyramids while praisin projects(Walk past old folks gettin no respect!) Callin young folks a bunch a no-good rejects And I walk on[Chorus: Chuck D] An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I? It is INow who this cat I'm lookin at? Cause I've been waitin so long, to get where I'm goinAn eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee Now how the hell, can I be freeAnd who this cat I'm lookin at? Cause I've been lost so long without anybody knowin[Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] So I move on (uh-huh) and I walk on (yeah-yeah!) Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on (SAY WORD?!) Why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be (so I roll alone) I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones Can I last, as I walk past Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads(Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags) Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from, what they got, and don't own squat Disrespect where they from and you might get shot [click click BOOM] Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be(You shoulda shot the ****** sheriff and the ****** deputy G!) For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be But I know prison for me, is an industry So I walk, heard the best things in life be free(Didn't God make this land and the air that we breathe) Not for the homeless, don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin can't fix it with a BufferinPlus they said I'll never work in this town again (God damn!) So I keep on walkin - yeah[Chorus][Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] Lil' DayDay is Big Day and just did time Seen him standin (on the unemployment line?!) Which collided with the line of the health clinic I seen Crazy Stacy, her ass standin up in it No more welfare, they cut her Medicaid(DAMN! My momma used to do her braids) I keep walkin, so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin much better than me So I walk on, never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch With a yard of dirt, and littered with NewportsTalkin how they comin up while they sittin on they ass As I walk past 'em I'm the target of they laughs And one said "Let's get him for his ****** stash" As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass Had a little cash, I tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin wind******elds I ran like a (rally) they caught me in the (alley) Can't get out the ghetto from New York to (Cali) I thought I had nothin, 'til I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life... [echoes]
作曲 : Cretu, Palmer-James I came from a place I forgotI woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot On the corner where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brain's on the brink of (INSANE!) Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train This the land of milk and honey (know what I'm sayin?!) The invisible man times three Black, down and out - out standin on a corner (no doubt) Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims who said (NO MORE HAITIANS) As I proceed, someone to feed me is what I need(Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some ******) Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a (******) Hope to get a ride from a (TRUCKER - aiyyo man) Everybody know I ain't no (SUCKER) Every time I used to drop thirty at the (RUCKER - that's it) Away from the crazy kids in Generation WreckedDissin pyramids while praisin projects(Walk past old folks gettin no respect!) Callin young folks a bunch a no-good rejects And I walk on[Chorus: Chuck D] An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I? It is INow who this cat I'm lookin at? Cause I've been waitin so long, to get where I'm goinAn eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee Now how the hell, can I be freeAnd who this cat I'm lookin at? Cause I've been lost so long without anybody knowin[Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] So I move on (uh-huh) and I walk on (yeah-yeah!) Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on (SAY WORD?!) Why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be (so I roll alone) I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones Can I last, as I walk past Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads(Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags) Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from, what they got, and don't own squat Disrespect where they from and you might get shot [click click BOOM] Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be(You shoulda shot the ****** sheriff and the ****** deputy G!) For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be But I know prison for me, is an industry So I walk, heard the best things in life be free(Didn't God make this land and the air that we breathe) Not for the homeless, don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin can't fix it with a BufferinPlus they said I'll never work in this town again (God damn!) So I keep on walkin - yeah[Chorus][Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] Lil' DayDay is Big Day and just did time Seen him standin (on the unemployment line?!) Which collided with the line of the health clinic I seen Crazy Stacy, her ass standin up in it No more welfare, they cut her Medicaid(DAMN! My momma used to do her braids) I keep walkin, so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin much better than me So I walk on, never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch With a yard of dirt, and littered with NewportsTalkin how they comin up while they sittin on they ass As I walk past 'em I'm the target of they laughs And one said "Let's get him for his ****** stash" As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass Had a little cash, I tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin wind******elds I ran like a (rally) they caught me in the (alley) Can't get out the ghetto from New York to (Cali) I thought I had nothin, 'til I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life... [echoes]
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