Chain Link 歌词
| 歌曲 | Chain Link |
| 歌手 | Brother Ali |
| 专辑 | Champion Ep |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brother Ali | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I | |
| Even though that's not what Islam always signify | |
| Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em | |
| They would get on their knees and shine shoes | |
| 'fore they ever let the drugs afflict 'em | |
| Makin taco's and ****in with McDonald's | |
| Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes | |
| Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy | |
| Even though they walkin the tight roads | |
| Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom | |
| I'm too cool, I look at 'em like fools | |
| Those fools combine forces and pull their resources | |
| And guess who the new owner of the corner store is | |
| Shit, what's stoppin me from doin that? | |
| I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that | |
| Because if one dime sack in the time can climax | |
| Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities | |
| But I'm a dreamer in alotta ways | |
| I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days | |
| Keep my son's heartbeat in my sleep | |
| I'ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what's the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Born again christian creatures from the suburbs | |
| Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve | |
| Comin here unaware that the one's with no material gifts | |
| Sometimes most spiritually rich | |
| Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that | |
| That can't hold me back, my man Vast told me that | |
| "Harlem got all that on a bigger scale" | |
| When there's bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real | |
| I see children growin up within a wicked system | |
| Smilin I wanna kiss 'em, I see prophet Muhammad in 'em | |
| Poverty's trickin people from my generation | |
| And hands down to world's most creative | |
| I've seen both sides of the fence | |
| Picket a chain link and we ain't all thinkin the same thing but | |
| They teens got so impressed by me | |
| They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me | |
| We captivated the world's imagination | |
| I used to idolize athletes and entertainers | |
| Cause they never let the situation capture 'em | |
| System gave 'em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to 'em | |
| (Chrous x2) | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what's the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Marvin Gaye said it best "This ain't livin" | |
| No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin | |
| And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin | |
| Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming | |
| And here I am, still lower class America | |
| Same room, same view, different cast of characters | |
| Regina got arrested as a late prowler | |
| Couldn't trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher | |
| Onward goes my neighbourhood's revolving door | |
| A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all | |
| I guess that's why we call it a hood | |
| Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what's the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent |
| zuo qu : Brother Ali | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I try to always buy final call from the F. O. I | |
| Even though that' s not what Islam always signify | |
| Y' all gotta love the struggle in ' em | |
| They would get on their knees and shine shoes | |
| ' fore they ever let the drugs afflict ' em | |
| Makin taco' s and in with McDonald' s | |
| Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes | |
| Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy | |
| Even though they walkin the tight roads | |
| Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom | |
| I' m too cool, I look at ' em like fools | |
| Those fools combine forces and pull their resources | |
| And guess who the new owner of the corner store is | |
| Shit, what' s stoppin me from doin that? | |
| I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that | |
| Because if one dime sack in the time can climax | |
| Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities | |
| But I' m a dreamer in alotta ways | |
| I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days | |
| Keep my son' s heartbeat in my sleep | |
| I' ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what' s the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Born again christian creatures from the suburbs | |
| Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve | |
| Comin here unaware that the one' s with no material gifts | |
| Sometimes most spiritually rich | |
| Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that | |
| That can' t hold me back, my man Vast told me that | |
| " Harlem got all that on a bigger scale" | |
| When there' s bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real | |
| I see children growin up within a wicked system | |
| Smilin I wanna kiss ' em, I see prophet Muhammad in ' em | |
| Poverty' s trickin people from my generation | |
| And hands down to world' s most creative | |
| I' ve seen both sides of the fence | |
| Picket a chain link and we ain' t all thinkin the same thing but | |
| They teens got so impressed by me | |
| They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me | |
| We captivated the world' s imagination | |
| I used to idolize athletes and entertainers | |
| Cause they never let the situation capture ' em | |
| System gave ' em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to ' em | |
| Chrous x2 | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what' s the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Marvin Gaye said it best " This ain' t livin" | |
| No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin | |
| And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin | |
| Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming | |
| And here I am, still lower class America | |
| Same room, same view, different cast of characters | |
| Regina got arrested as a late prowler | |
| Couldn' t trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher | |
| Onward goes my neighbourhood' s revolving door | |
| A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all | |
| I guess that' s why we call it a hood | |
| Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what' s the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent |
| zuò qǔ : Brother Ali | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I try to always buy final call from the F. O. I | |
| Even though that' s not what Islam always signify | |
| Y' all gotta love the struggle in ' em | |
| They would get on their knees and shine shoes | |
| ' fore they ever let the drugs afflict ' em | |
| Makin taco' s and in with McDonald' s | |
| Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes | |
| Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy | |
| Even though they walkin the tight roads | |
| Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom | |
| I' m too cool, I look at ' em like fools | |
| Those fools combine forces and pull their resources | |
| And guess who the new owner of the corner store is | |
| Shit, what' s stoppin me from doin that? | |
| I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that | |
| Because if one dime sack in the time can climax | |
| Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities | |
| But I' m a dreamer in alotta ways | |
| I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days | |
| Keep my son' s heartbeat in my sleep | |
| I' ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what' s the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Born again christian creatures from the suburbs | |
| Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve | |
| Comin here unaware that the one' s with no material gifts | |
| Sometimes most spiritually rich | |
| Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that | |
| That can' t hold me back, my man Vast told me that | |
| " Harlem got all that on a bigger scale" | |
| When there' s bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real | |
| I see children growin up within a wicked system | |
| Smilin I wanna kiss ' em, I see prophet Muhammad in ' em | |
| Poverty' s trickin people from my generation | |
| And hands down to world' s most creative | |
| I' ve seen both sides of the fence | |
| Picket a chain link and we ain' t all thinkin the same thing but | |
| They teens got so impressed by me | |
| They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me | |
| We captivated the world' s imagination | |
| I used to idolize athletes and entertainers | |
| Cause they never let the situation capture ' em | |
| System gave ' em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to ' em | |
| Chrous x2 | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what' s the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Marvin Gaye said it best " This ain' t livin" | |
| No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin | |
| And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin | |
| Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming | |
| And here I am, still lower class America | |
| Same room, same view, different cast of characters | |
| Regina got arrested as a late prowler | |
| Couldn' t trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher | |
| Onward goes my neighbourhood' s revolving door | |
| A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all | |
| I guess that' s why we call it a hood | |
| Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Children growin, women producin | |
| Men go workin, but what' s the use | |
| When the real strive hard and stress about the rent | |
| And can still die poor and in debt without a cent |
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