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phillie - brick cell therapy lyrics

no where to run til you crazy
nowhere to hid
ain’t got long you must be crazy
tell me where will you hide

we was raised off of marvin g+ye
yup look at us now king tuts of the modern day
hands like langston hughes and write jewles like
curtis mayfield made gangsta blues
black jews rap sammy davis
write a script like spike lee to take back our forty acres
thats why the hood is my residence
god is my president, i still hear my pops duke ellington
in the project they keep felons in warm edison
vetrans coming home on heroin
more guns in the minors hands
they wanna take away our plans
born to a slow jam, and fear no man
too many fathers in the yards over coke grams
most of our peers hope to stay close to they beers
thugs cry but n0body can’t notice their tears
war is declared shootouts for l+stful affairs
d+mn near hit the child in the crib upstairs

no where to run til you crazy
nowhere to hid
ain’t got long you must be crazy
now tell me where will you hide

where’s your principles slaves in the physical form
they want blood until a little is drawn
where’s your thuggness where your bravery
if you dont want this watch what you say to me
i’m sensitive to insults and criticism
rap+wise i’m a pitfall of lyricism
street+wise i’ve been on my n+ggerisms
i’ma hustle lift weights like they do in prison
money is my motive and its been clear
cash rules and it going on the tenth year
reered up and i ain’t coming down
geared up like rihanna i run the town
we used to act a clown with our faces painted
30 rounds in the stainless rob you in an elevator
this for my duke behind the concrete walls
found allah, changed his name to shareef jamar

high as a kite with it
this phillies blunt come with herb and spice in it
if you’re intelligent you might get it
think outside the box if you spent most of your life in it
turn ya back probably got a knife in it
to earn stripes means you gonna have to try and get it
line for line right in the archives with it
hustler for life but yo im different
unrest in heavy mental success was very little
good and evil we right dead in the middle
trying to capture paradise on earth its ain’t working
if nothings for certain how will i ever know its worth it
say we all got a purpose i’ve discovered what mine is
nevermind his focus on my time here
every dawn has an evening seeing is believing
yea the preachers preaching but it seems the deacons gotta secret
thought of every logical reason
will i live to see my grandbabies nephews and niece’s what im seeking
the road less traveled to babylons marathon
get in line no rearview i never look behind
the blindside is tough guys end up in a box
flippin pies for riches
immortalized in pictures
and so we mourn

- phillie lyrics

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