Some Seek Stardom (Album Version) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Some Seek Stardom (Album Version) |
| 歌手 | Fugees |
| 专辑 | Blunted On Reality |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Ahhhhhh! | |
| Check the crippled man, sittin in the church | |
| My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt | |
| She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs | |
| And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie | |
| Hi/i check jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop | |
| He plays the bass guitar, like david plays the harp | |
| His knowledge name is greek, cause whenever he speaks | |
| He's got the wisdom of king solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep | |
| Sometimes he thought of the fame in madison square garden | |
| So some seek stardom, but they forget harlem | |
| But seeking first of all the kingdom of god is what my pops told me | |
| So if i fall, could the choir catch me | |
| I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by satan | |
| Got bitten by a cobra, but the lord took my venom | |
| So who's side am i on? i'm on the righteous | |
| Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict | |
| Chorus: | |
| Some seek stardom, then they forget harlem (3x) | |
| They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers | |
| Keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty | |
| Well aiyyo family i beseech you, in the hopes that i may reach you | |
| My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday | |
| Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild | |
| And teachers disliked me, cause i knew where my culture be | |
| So now yeah mom i read history, i can't neglect my passion see | |
| Rock it's kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry | |
| White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey | |
| Built for that b. nimble jack and i'd like to save you from the wicked | |
| D-dog clear i wouldn't be wet | |
| The black to mourn, tomorrow's death | |
| The evil things, glad that i, while angels wrote this violence why? | |
| Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it | |
| Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me | |
| See what's hard for me that don't make you flee | |
| When i enter your vicinity, you see my god ain't never after me | |
| So yo i be wised up with greek | |
| To go and be, the last and good and see what's wrong with me | |
| And through your insecurity of me and my ability | |
| So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy | |
| To tell the truth and not to lie? oh my... | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| But as i grew, i knew cause the master told me | |
| From a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby | |
| Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse | |
| Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source | |
| *singing* | |
| There we go, there we go, there we go | |
| I got mine now won't you get yours, we never open doors | |
| So we neglect, and don't protect the ones that's not | |
| People never really seem to care | |
| And then they cry out, "my people! why aren't we treated equal?" | |
| As we flee, we flee our own communities | |
| We leave our family in poverty | |
| And then we blame it on another, so family please recover | |
| Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now | |
| If you want to, we're through... | |
| Chorus 4x |
| Ahhhhhh! | |
| Check the crippled man, sittin in the church | |
| My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt | |
| She' s paralyzed from her feet to her thighs | |
| And the man who pulled the trigger didn' t even lose his necktie | |
| Hi i check jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop | |
| He plays the bass guitar, like david plays the harp | |
| His knowledge name is greek, cause whenever he speaks | |
| He' s got the wisdom of king solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep | |
| Sometimes he thought of the fame in madison square garden | |
| So some seek stardom, but they forget harlem | |
| But seeking first of all the kingdom of god is what my pops told me | |
| So if i fall, could the choir catch me | |
| I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by satan | |
| Got bitten by a cobra, but the lord took my venom | |
| So who' s side am i on? i' m on the righteous | |
| Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict | |
| Chorus: | |
| Some seek stardom, then they forget harlem 3x | |
| They brothers sisters families people we brothers | |
| Keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty | |
| Well aiyyo family i beseech you, in the hopes that i may reach you | |
| My mother taught me one day that this midday would come someday | |
| Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild | |
| And teachers disliked me, cause i knew where my culture be | |
| So now yeah mom i read history, i can' t neglect my passion see | |
| Rock it' s kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry | |
| White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey | |
| Built for that b. nimble jack and i' d like to save you from the wicked | |
| Ddog clear i wouldn' t be wet | |
| The black to mourn, tomorrow' s death | |
| The evil things, glad that i, while angels wrote this violence why? | |
| Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it | |
| Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me | |
| See what' s hard for me that don' t make you flee | |
| When i enter your vicinity, you see my god ain' t never after me | |
| So yo i be wised up with greek | |
| To go and be, the last and good and see what' s wrong with me | |
| And through your insecurity of me and my ability | |
| So bredren won' t you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy | |
| To tell the truth and not to lie? oh my... | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| But as i grew, i knew cause the master told me | |
| From a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby | |
| Life is so short, hardcore becomes hardcorpse | |
| Step in a coffin where the money' s no longer the source | |
| singing | |
| There we go, there we go, there we go | |
| I got mine now won' t you get yours, we never open doors | |
| So we neglect, and don' t protect the ones that' s not | |
| People never really seem to care | |
| And then they cry out, " my people! why aren' t we treated equal?" | |
| As we flee, we flee our own communities | |
| We leave our family in poverty | |
| And then we blame it on another, so family please recover | |
| Oh c' mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now | |
| If you want to, we' re through... | |
| Chorus 4x |
| Ahhhhhh! | |
| Check the crippled man, sittin in the church | |
| My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt | |
| She' s paralyzed from her feet to her thighs | |
| And the man who pulled the trigger didn' t even lose his necktie | |
| Hi i check jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop | |
| He plays the bass guitar, like david plays the harp | |
| His knowledge name is greek, cause whenever he speaks | |
| He' s got the wisdom of king solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep | |
| Sometimes he thought of the fame in madison square garden | |
| So some seek stardom, but they forget harlem | |
| But seeking first of all the kingdom of god is what my pops told me | |
| So if i fall, could the choir catch me | |
| I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by satan | |
| Got bitten by a cobra, but the lord took my venom | |
| So who' s side am i on? i' m on the righteous | |
| Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict | |
| Chorus: | |
| Some seek stardom, then they forget harlem 3x | |
| They brothers sisters families people we brothers | |
| Keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty | |
| Well aiyyo family i beseech you, in the hopes that i may reach you | |
| My mother taught me one day that this midday would come someday | |
| Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild | |
| And teachers disliked me, cause i knew where my culture be | |
| So now yeah mom i read history, i can' t neglect my passion see | |
| Rock it' s kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry | |
| White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey | |
| Built for that b. nimble jack and i' d like to save you from the wicked | |
| Ddog clear i wouldn' t be wet | |
| The black to mourn, tomorrow' s death | |
| The evil things, glad that i, while angels wrote this violence why? | |
| Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it | |
| Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me | |
| See what' s hard for me that don' t make you flee | |
| When i enter your vicinity, you see my god ain' t never after me | |
| So yo i be wised up with greek | |
| To go and be, the last and good and see what' s wrong with me | |
| And through your insecurity of me and my ability | |
| So bredren won' t you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy | |
| To tell the truth and not to lie? oh my... | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| But as i grew, i knew cause the master told me | |
| From a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby | |
| Life is so short, hardcore becomes hardcorpse | |
| Step in a coffin where the money' s no longer the source | |
| singing | |
| There we go, there we go, there we go | |
| I got mine now won' t you get yours, we never open doors | |
| So we neglect, and don' t protect the ones that' s not | |
| People never really seem to care | |
| And then they cry out, " my people! why aren' t we treated equal?" | |
| As we flee, we flee our own communities | |
| We leave our family in poverty | |
| And then we blame it on another, so family please recover | |
| Oh c' mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now | |
| If you want to, we' re through... | |
| Chorus 4x |
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