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non phixion - caught between worlds كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ill bill]
ay yo i spit it at you, hit you up, ill bill, brooklyn be the place where i rest at
the foundation, the truth, the death trap
my uncle howie on the couch, high on dope
5714 farrugut road, the projects i grew up broke
used to read spiderman while my uncle burned holes in his clothes
nodding out mid-sentence eyes closed when he spoke
coughing and choking the weed that he smoked (what!)
speaking in non fiction, yall listening
ear to the streets, it’s like they got the sidewalk wired
underneath our feet
young vader, young bill, b-st-rd swordsman
my mind is like the script from an italian gore fl1ck
i’m caught between worlds
i’ve seen light inside the darkness but i still can’t decide which way to turn
i can’t decide which way to burn
so i’m a light it up a both ends and watch it unfurl

[chorus]
caught between worlds, non phixion
so many people understand the same pain that i feel
they feel the same way
they think the same thoughts, though the names change
same love, same hate
same truth, same fate

[verse 2: goretex]
yo it started back in apartment buildings
poverty stricken, mom’s was sick but i still smelled the love from the kitchen
drugs in the hall, coalition, no pots to p-ss in
my pops never gave a f-ck if i ate or if i die in prison
survival’s iffy, the city’s gritty is in me
turning soap into fifties, burning c0ke like gypsies
frozen in time, a cold shoulder hope on the block
i told you to stop, i feel like i was chosen to rock
grandpops he caught a heart attack watching the news
god forgive a motherf-cker now for stopping my food
i’m watching these dudes spit it out obnoxious and rude
hunt the green down, scarf it down, mafia food
it’s all pelles, veal paw feeding their bellies
smoking wet blunts ’til we p-ss out and repeat the medley
emotionless blade to the wrist i’ma cease to exist
for all my motherf-ckers dead yall could breathe through this

[chorus]

[verse 3: sabac red]
i felt pain as a youth growing up in the hood
on the train by the booth kids got stuck for they goods
spray painted sneakers, we took their chains and beepers
a bad -ss in math cl-ss i had to change teachers
feeling ruthless, useless like bulletproof caskets
a loose b-st-rd watching m.a.s.h and dukes of hazzard
spastic like the son of sam with a gun in hand
ain’t funny man, i got high and did the running man, wiggin’ out
never had the bigger mouth, i was the silent type
living long days and violent nights
my hood was filled with murderers, drug dealers and burglars
cold k!llers with burners kid, you ride up where the nurses live
if you ain’t play your cards right or spar right
you got laid up in a bed seeing god’s light
i lived the hard life, lootin’ boostin’ timbs and gear
cause i didn’t care, i ain’t have food inside the frigidaire

[chorus]

- non phixion

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