Testo Codes and Cab Fare - Black Milk feat. Black Thought
Testo della canzone Codes and Cab Fare (Black Milk feat. Black Thought), tratta dall'album No Poison No Paradise
Your soul, I got to explain to you also
Your soul, your needs, your necessities
Because that is your soul
King without a care
Frownin' while the crown lay on the head
Crew recruitin', Huey Newton, chair sittin'
Hand holdin' spear
You was on a star chase
I was in a dark place
Lookin' for that glare, lookin' for that light ahead
Days got dimmer
Starin' down that dark tunnel, hopin' that you see a glimmer
When the walls start crumblin'
Calls stop comin' in
People start mumblin'
Stomachs start rumblin'
Need to hear applause and the fans call once again
("The Black Music Nation wants to hear more")
Cab driver make a right
Right up at the light
Destination: life, but stay here for a moment
I shouldn't be that long, just keep the meter goin'
Keep the meter rollin' while I go in for a few
Left a song for the lil' one, tell him dad cares
Wish I coulda stayed longer, gotta pay this cab fare
But um, keep hopin' better days'll come
Face to face with reality, no VH1
I sit back some
Watchin' my niggas that spark loud
That's waitin' for sun rays to penetrate dark clouds
This is what we're doing now, see
We see what's going on and um
And this is just an awful situation
More and more people are turning onto that thing
So um, I think that they're gonna lose a dog right here in Babylon
So I'm standin' between vanity and foolish pride
On 7 Mile and Telegraph where the two collide
If I'm a man amongst kings and gods, who am I?
For leavin' so many crucified, a coup d'état
I'm from the D where everything is very do or die
My will to survive's what's separatin' you and I
My memoirs is revolutionary suicide
Now who the realest nigga alive? Well, you decide
This rusty.45's never underutilized
What goes down like the logo on a Puma Clyde?
Homicide, probably on these loudmouth bumbaclots
Thinkin' it's cool to walk around not supervised
But fuck supervision, 'cause you and you could get it
Lately I've been havin' premonitions and superstition
But if I step into the confessional, who would listen?
I need to change my ways, show me the new religion
So here all of a sudden, here come two niggas with some guns
They really wanna know what that's about, you see
They really gonna decide that um
Their life is too precious, you know?
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Writer(s): Curtis Cross
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