Akua Naru - The Block paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Block - Akua Naru



Walking the block, yeah
I can see clearly
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Another body dropped
Somebody just got shot
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Tell me, can you hear me? I need to know!
Can you hear me?
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Another block caught
Cool cat cops
Gunshots, another body dropped
Crippled waking at the bus stop
Can't let you hit the mailbox
How should you sweat socks?
He should braid their heads on the porch to get that extra guap
'Cause eviction facing rock bottom
Pray she bounds back on top
American dream, a nightmare, please
Make it stop, neighbors watching, hell
Modern day dress cost slinging rocks
Black royal white ting top baggy jeans
Dreadlocks streaming at that drop top
Non-stop Chinese spot
And let me get the black in my mouth
Navigate liquor stores, projects lords and bacon lots
We'd be the have-nots
When we have we become what we've got
Another car ride by
Sister, I'm not that new shit pedestrian shop
Hip hop corner stay at track in the flaw
The pain that back in the block
Single mothers hussel to push the time clock
Trauma, cash crob
Somebody wanted a dime drops
Masks and kind hard
As time talks
Fathers are holograms
Sons waiting for the day that they snuff Uncle Sam
Wipe not, no sympathy for that man
He get what he deserve, damn
I said he get what he deserve, yo
He get what he deserve, yo
They keep telling me
(Drea d'Nur)
Walking the block, yeah
I can see clearly
Through inside what's in screams, oh Lord
Can you hear me? Oh
Another woman raped, yo, battered
Body found in the alley
Contents of her purse scattered, left over, re-shattered
Clothes tattered, lipstick smeared, broken glass
No news reports on the matter, oh
Nobody gathered, nothing change, ask around 'bout her name
Some said to me 'cause some claim
Loraine to tag on the foot-said chain
I wonder who she was
Did she give and receive love?
Did she fight back?
Or just gave up?
She laid dead.
Lets cold, he had go
Praying in the child's poles
Bruised nose
Seemed as stain pandy-hose
Shot day on the radio
Shover singing through the window
I wonder if pain have the tempo
How bad!
It is slow!
Streets survive, never live, then we die
Dreamed of full glass, ceiling high
Poured on the wrong side
Is there a right side classified
Now labour's souls for nickel and dime
And who decides?
Our lives by a son in order to dive the line
They seemed to fright
Pushes us outside the city line
Sirens scream in the evening
Profiled for being not white
And, we've been walking the streets
Poor cops, they're thinin', probable reason
No Donuts shops are teasing, roll up!
Worn a couple cast???? speaking
Mexicans, what they're screaming?
Puerto Ricans, they thinking they're all the same.
Fuck'em!
Blow out their brains!
Killing season!
It's war hour!
Wish they could take us all??
Let the dogs out
Nigger should be hanging from trees!
Auction off now!
Roll them up!
Bless'em 'till they're all down
Fire shot to four-four snap!
They never see the court house, yo
They never see the court house, yo
They never see the court house, oh
They never see the court house, oh oh
They never see it.
Walking the block, yeah
I can see clearly
Through inside what's in screams, oh Lord
Can you hear me? Oh
Can you hear the block, yeah?
I can see clearly
Through inside what's in screams, oh Lord
Can you, can you, can you really? Tell me!
Another body dropped today on the block.
Somebody just got shot today on the bock.
Look, yo, watched it today on the block.
Today on the block.
Today on the block.
Another body dropped.
Somebody just got shot today on the block.
Look, yo, watched it today on the block.
Today on the block.
Today, oh oh
Another body dropped.
Somebody just got shot.
Look, yo, watched it today.
Another body dropped.
Somebody just got shot.
Look, yo, watched it today on the block.
Today on the block.
Today on the block.



Writer(s): Bjoern Bornhold, Latanya Olatunji, Robert Niegl


Akua Naru - The Journey Aflame
Album The Journey Aflame
date de sortie
11-01-2011




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