promoe – trapped lyrics
ya man promoe…don’t know…
people don’t know what’s going on dawg… imma’ let you know what’s going on..
people in my hood’s trapped! – inna the ghetto…
poor people – inna the ghetto…
rich people – inna the ghetto…
all people – oh lord…
[kardinal offishall]
i’m trapped behind the metal fence in this tenament yard
it’s not permanent but it’s cyclical when your life is so hard
i ain’t never left the hood further than a hundred miles
where i stay, we got broken dreams and cracks in the tiles
i see them white folks as the bus drives through
they only visit when they need a vial of c0ke for their crew
or a stash of that ganjah that me sell, we can manger
they pull up in their 600 next to my honda
and for a second i see into their life
trips to the virgin islands with their two kids and a wife
no slum lord, crack heads and hookers on the track
just desperate housewives worrying about if thet’re getting fat
poppin’ a couple pills – i got pills to pay!
four kids, four baby mothers who ain’t got sh-t to say
exept when i’m gonna get this? when i’m gonna get that?
if you don’t get it then yo you better get strapped
this is my life, no kids, no wife, no stress
[chorus]
trapped – can’t see my schackles and chains
but i’m trapped – from the front and the back of my brain
well from ghetto to ghetto – back yard to yard
we tear it up, yall breakin’ down all the bars
trapped – can’t see my schackles and chains
but i’m trapped – from the front and the back of my brain
wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
we all stuck and lookin’ to get released… from that trap
[promoe]
trapped – behind the picket fence and the decadence
deep underneath my lost innocence and the ignorance
mos’s a housewife, daddy’s a business man
don’t know much ’bout black culture, but i’ve got the new 50 cent
that’s how i know that they’re different
see the crooks when i’m in town lookin’ just how they picture them
i cross the street, see the looks, hear them whisperin’…
gotta rush back to the burbs and the safety of my residence
of my segre… gated community
later for human beings, later for you and me
to be eye to eye and to slice the pie in love and piece and unity
you heard right – i ain’t giving up my birth tonight
and the cops in my pocket, true indeed
i’m a future politician or a lobbyist
a ceo i see the road – lined with gold – it’s obvious
i got it figured out: i’m scared & i ain’t getting out
so i made it like you ain’t getting out the prison system ever now
[chorus]
trapped – can’t see my schackles and chains
but i’m trapped – from the front and the back of my brain
well from ghetto to ghetto – back yard to yard
we tear it up, yall breakin’ down all the bars
trapped – can’t see my schackles and chains
but i’m trapped – from the front and the back of my brain
wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
we all stuck and lookin’ to get released
[daville]
well it’s like mentally we’re stuck in the ghetto
and physically we’re stuck in the ghetto
so we’re trying to find ourself a way out of the ghetto
but no matter where we turn it’s like we stuck in the ghetto
and mi crying for help, but there’s no one to help
we turn to the bigger heads – the bigga heads them resent
we no waan see we free from mental slavery
as election come the ballot box them a send we
but you haffi know how fi trod in the ghetto
can’t cross certain borders inna the ghetto
but i know i’m lookin’ forward to a better tomorrow
cus i tell myself i gotta get out of the ghetto
got to get out…the ghetto – it’s like we framed in a mind frame…
got to get out… – somebody playin’ a mindgame
…the ghetto – let me know who behind them…
gotta get out… – cus i’m sure that they hidin’
…the ghetto – behind their own fences…
gotta get out… – monitored by their own lences
…the ghetto – the sh-t is senseless
[chorus]
i’m trapped – can’t see my schackles and chains
but i’m trapped – from the front and the back of my brain
well from ghetto to ghetto – back yard to yard
we tear it up, yall breakin’ down all the bars
trapped – can’t see my schackles and chains
but i’m trapped – from the front and the back of my brain
wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
we all stuck and lookin’ to get released
allright, allright…
got to get out…the ghetto
got to get out…the ghetto
get out the ghetto!
got to get out…- get out the ghetto
…the ghetto – get out the…, get out the…, get out the…, get out…!
got to get out…the ghetto
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