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Tricky - Ancoats 2 Zambia lyrics
Tricky Lyrics
Go as a luxury pass on to the middle classWhile the poor play in parks filled with broken glassAnd as we point our fingers we turn our backsWe can't accept each other and that's a matter of factIndoctrinated you since you were a boyEver since the day you've seen the rich kidsTold within a year you'd be a part of themBroke away from the grape and this all started itSo you won't stay or take a drug at all'Cause you know you're so susceptibleThey turn against you, now you're full of hateYou can't accept it, now you're in an irate stateThis is Wrecks-N-Effects and i shake up their flexThey got techs break their necks And their building their repsWho the BoosWho to choose how they wearin' the shoesIn army I enlist and takin' a pissCertain things I have seenSo i'm lookin' to grievePowers usually runnin'They're buyin' the buildingsAnd then they sellAt least a bell and they're breakin' 'em downMy life to the rocksLivin' in a shoeboxSocial securityThey like the poor in meBring out the whore in meThen knock the door on meCheap tricks don't like chicksAnd I'm rubbin' their hipsWho the Boos Who to choose how they wearin' the shoesIt was a long time ago and started to growForest fire earned and sent me afrocentric negroesSo i juxtaposeThis goes out to those Who turned up their nose a long time agoNow i flex upon a rhythm cushion tempoI flex upon a rhythm cushion tempoSo open your mindIf you feel you could goClean out your ears wellWhile i clear my throatThe vital ingredient, the antidoteWilly Wee flex like some other oneIt's a feelin' that I get sometimesWhen I'm lyin' in my bed sometimesBlack cloud in my head sometimesIntoxicating my mind, my mindIt's not that I wanna dieBaby just that I wanna flyBut this feelin' that I get sometimesI could sever all ties, all tiesHate the color of my skin sometimesHates to see what I see sometimesSo how can i ever win my timeI was sold on the other side'Cause a wasted life is no such thingThere's no such thing as a wasted life'Cause life is death and death is lifeAnd these here thoughts are not a crimeOne day is forever, forever is a dayIt's so fucking easy to throw it all away
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