paroles de chanson Escalades Tributes Paid - Seeymoore Bell

I just wanna say thank you
For telling me to get away
Seeing something that I didn't even see
Saying many of us are trapped

But you go on to be free
See all that you can see
We believe you're gonna go far
You might even become a two-star
He not gon' shoot you up
Bounce Betsy

I was down on diggy hope, strung out diggy dope
I could not hardly find no other way to wiggy cope
Don't know what the brotha did, rr where the brotha been
All I know is the cops said they got some little kid
Said they got 'em twice before the brotha fell
Handcuffed with no pulse, kinda sitting in a cell
Off in the distance, I could hear some lady screamin'
For the first time in my life, I kinda wished that I was dreamin'

Tears that she cried weren't that of a clown
I'm like, "Yo, the brotha say he down"

Sick of these tombstones, I'm sick of the graves
Sick of the sad song, the tributes being paid
The procession of the Caddie Escalades
Tell 'em what they said

Down cold, chillin', sippin' brew with the crew
Lettin' life pass 'em by, nothin' positive to do
Me and the crew, we controlled the streets
We didn't know the meaning of the word defeat
Carrying a piece, no, not a peace of what's right
Made every evening special like that Saturday night

A piece for peace for self-protection
Resolving mistakes through tragic corrections
But they was down with no connections (connections)
It's like a tombstones
The graves (the graves)
The tributes (the tributes)
(Wait) wait, wait, wait

Just when I thought I had recalled it all
My dream was interrupted from noise down the hall
A whole bunch of static, but I could not see a thing
It was as hell, the handcuffs they sting
A moment of two I'm even feeling fear
I started to shout, "Why don't you let a brotha outta here?"
But do not remember the kid they said they have got
A voice said, "I've got you, this is where you're gonna rot"

And then it darkened, a sea of fire
And for this place, they had not desire
The tables are turn, they was over the ground
It was them who was got way down

Sick of the tombstones, sick of the graves
Sick of these sad songs, the tributes being paid
The processions of Caddie Escalades
I'ma end right here and take it to fade

Thank you fellas, I made it
Yo, and never forget
It just a moment of silence, praying as I press on towards the mark
Peace, you know what's comin' from the heart
Miss all of y'all, and I'm out