Lirik Lagu These Walls - Nappy Roots
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HmmmmmmmmWell, well, well, well
[Chorus]These walls are closin' inHow long I'm supposed to grinI lost my will to winForgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
These walls are closin' inHow long I'm supposed to grinI lost my will to winForgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
As darkness approachesAnd I'm fumbling through the blunt roachesIts looking hopeless, totally unfocusedStumbling onto the front porchPoasty with my closest associatesWe were so brokeThough a couple of us had sold dopeStill humble enough to be po' folkWe coming up to be grown folkAin't dumb enough to be slow pokeThough the hours of death they grow closeSo we give our lives to the utmost, PlusHere's an extra pointVisualize the gold postNo we not eating duck roastBut we live our lives to the utmost, CauseThose pressure pointsAre the corners we cut closeTurn most civilizedYaggers to cutthroatsAnd it's these men they sendup state by truck loadAnd hurl 'em in to the pin like buffalosI'm saying
[Chorus]
The game was sold, not told to meHeartache won't let go of meGames say that I'll live and lieBut I'll trrrrryyyyy
Every which way tell you the anglesI done tossed and turnedHit and missedPissed cause of that didn't amount to thisGetting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shitWorking damn hard to get itPlans and not parting with itLife got a way of showing you shityou can't barely seeTough keeping closeSetting sail through a sea of g'sSomething should this night I lay me down to sleepWasn't happy with my friendPray the lord my soul to keep
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout 3000 miles from GracelandBy the county from MaconBut you would think I'm arm reach from SatanI got a strange way of telling the truthMost felons do stuff
[Chorus]These walls are closin' inHow long I'm supposed to grinI lost my will to winForgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
These walls are closin' inHow long I'm supposed to grinI lost my will to winForgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
As darkness approachesAnd I'm fumbling through the blunt roachesIts looking hopeless, totally unfocusedStumbling onto the front porchPoasty with my closest associatesWe were so brokeThough a couple of us had sold dopeStill humble enough to be po' folkWe coming up to be grown folkAin't dumb enough to be slow pokeThough the hours of death they grow closeSo we give our lives to the utmost, PlusHere's an extra pointVisualize the gold postNo we not eating duck roastBut we live our lives to the utmost, CauseThose pressure pointsAre the corners we cut closeTurn most civilizedYaggers to cutthroatsAnd it's these men they sendup state by truck loadAnd hurl 'em in to the pin like buffalosI'm saying
[Chorus]
The game was sold, not told to meHeartache won't let go of meGames say that I'll live and lieBut I'll trrrrryyyyy
Every which way tell you the anglesI done tossed and turnedHit and missedPissed cause of that didn't amount to thisGetting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shitWorking damn hard to get itPlans and not parting with itLife got a way of showing you shityou can't barely seeTough keeping closeSetting sail through a sea of g'sSomething should this night I lay me down to sleepWasn't happy with my friendPray the lord my soul to keep
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout 3000 miles from GracelandBy the county from MaconBut you would think I'm arm reach from SatanI got a strange way of telling the truthMost felons do stuff
