Testo Temperature - Zion I feat. Talib Kweli
Testo della canzone Temperature (Zion I feat. Talib Kweli), tratta dall'album True & Livin Including The Bay Remix
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
The cityscape where I stay is gettin' hot now
Unemployment is high, and buildings is gettin' chopped down
Gold teeth populating the blocks
Slammin' slang day and night, on the look out for cops
Make the shots ring out, like the Liberty Bell
No escape from the heats gettin' hotter than hell
Like the ovens on broil, with blood stains in the soil
Pimps donning the colors of Crown Royal
And lil' sister got a baby on hip
And her momma never home, so the cycle is sick
Young ballers on the court wanna play in the league
But got knocked in the spot for a quarter of weed
It's gettin' hot in here, baby leave on your clothes
Much more to living life than emulatin' them hoes
I try to speak truth in the form of my flow
But the temperature is rising, it's harder to grow
Fo' sho'
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
It's getting hard to eat (right)
And all the trauma in the street (it's gettin' hot in every way)
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
It's getting hard to eat (right)
And all the trauma in the street (it's gettin' hot in every way)
Heads up, eyes open, rest in peace, HeadQCourterz
Tunnel vision, most of us is rushin'
Like a special order of stolen 'nyah
Block is hot, the ghetto on fire
With more narc sales than Avon Barksdale from that show "The Wire"
We keep growin' like hair when you die
Black butterfly on the rose that's preparin' to fly
I'll paint a picture in the color of the orchid is vivid
Whatever kid, I talk it, I spit it, I walk it, I live it
God bless my every step, ain't need to go through a reverend
Your boy Houston got his eye out just to get into heaven
We live between heaven and hell like John Constantine
Doin' crimes then confessin' like a teenage drama queen
We was leanin', now we fallin' down like Michael Douglas
I spit it fast, I gotta get it out, they might unplug us
And try to drug us, so I stay aware and watch out for the setup
Never scared to go head up, got a plan to get my bread up, and
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
It's getting hard to eat (right)
And all the trauma in the street (it's gettin' hot in every way)
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
It's getting hard to eat (right)
And all the trauma in the street (it's gettin' hot in every way)
Credits
Writer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Stephen Brett Gaines, Anthony W Anderson
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