Текст песни The Story - EWEKE

Once ya hit the prison
Never thought that it would last, uh
Seventeen, he wore a ski mask and a hatchet
Scrappin' for scratch in the streets, enemies catchin'
Reppin' N-Y-C, he was a foreigner from Baghdad
Tagged him, bagged him
Now he rots in a six nine
Where the government ain't refund time
They knew Pete was one of many of these (unintelligible)
Then the war machine said they wanted mind

Oh no, the world won't let me go
I don't wanna die in a cell so cold
My God, please let me go
I don't want to know this place anymore

Terribly complicated, his twelve offended strangers
How's he to know
Just like they hated 'em first and foremost?
Well, Pete ain't know
Full of self and rage and now every joke
That they say is a cage, a ball and chain
A Richard Pryor roast
Heaps of hurt and fear when them fellers drew near
Whatever in were behind 'em fool one Peter stood beside 'em
From the outside lookin' in
Clean rap like a Pringle and now approached by them like such
Crack a smile and then commence
"Pretty please, say for me, friend
You ain't never dreamed to leap
Northern border tops, not even
To take a seat with your doppelgängers in bliss
Successful and mean
Oughta know, you 'pos'd to be here with us
With you self-embarrassed not
Inkle shame of us latchkey children
Jail babies raised with not"
He ain't understand one word of what 'em said at first
When that door hit then the perils of plenty crystal clear
All he was taught and known
"Ain't founded in error first
"If they resist, the willing will shoot them down
Keep on livin' honest"

Oh no, the world won't let me go
I don't wanna die in a cell so cold
My God, please let me go
I don't want to know this place anymore

Oh no, the world won't let me go
I don't wanna die in a cell so cold
My God, please let me go
I don't want to know this place anymore

When you real rad
You only need a glimpse from HIM
Mortal enemies don't matter when they all seem grim
Less important, all allegories storm cheaper than a tesla
Just let the story 'bout Pete commit the vocals
Tell Natalia Dimon
I love a very wild E up on my lap
I love a new beat sound for when we trap
I had to tell Tiana this bitch Cap I'm back
Think "C" of my. e.b
Better known by my low-key lip bombs above
Throws on from '06, post-noir sub
Cultures compose a chorus, oh, so dub
Post-aurevoir, doaches get sent up above
Almost the end
All of my friends
Told 'em we'd jump
See 'em again
Peace to Pete
The same way when I greet Miguel Cudimose
The beat is Pete's shit when he not emotion

Oh no, the world won't let me go
I don't wanna die in a cell so cold
My God, please let me go
I don't want to know this place anymore
Oh no, the world won't let me go
I don't wanna die in a cell so cold
My God, please let me go
I don't want to know this place anymore