Текст песни Tied to the Whipping Post - Freddie Gibbs , King 810
I
sit
alone
in
this
four-cornered
room
Houses
are
graves
for
the
living
Let
this
dope
spot
be
my
tomb
You
can
have
my
soul
I
don't
need
it
where
I'm
going
You
can't
look
me
in
my
face
When
my
scars
are
showing
I
can't
sweat
through
these
scars
I
can't
feel
the
wind
blow
You
never
get
used
to
not
feeling
You
just
know
you're
not
like
them
So
I
feel
like
everything
I
died
for
has
died
for
me
And
I'm
left
here
alone
lost
walking
in
the
streets
Where
I've
seen
where
men
deteriorate
And
then
do
the
same
Before
I
knew
it
I
had
changed
And
I
ain't
going
back
there
again
Things
are
moving
so
fast
For
what
it's
worth
I
apologize
I've
spilled
blood
on
God's
earth
Father
please
forgive
me,
I
was
born
in
a
city
Where
if
you
wanna
be
somebody
you
gotta
kill
somebody
(And
claim
the
body)
Father
please
forgive
me,
I
was
born
in
a
city
Where
if
you
wanna
be
somebody
you
gotta
kill
somebody
(And
claim
the
body)
(Feel
like
I'm
dying)
(Feel
like
I'm
dying)
Artistic
bravery
They
say
to
get
it
you
gotta
risk
it
I
risk
my
life
everyday
Why
wouldn't
I
risk
this
petty
shit?
Huh?
Don't
make
me
take
aim
again
I
miss
my
dead
friends
But
I
don't
miss
men
So
when
my
gun
raises
up
Remember
Momma
couldn't
raise
me
So
you'll
be
a
dead
fuck
And
pardon
it
The
man
with
the
skin
with
all
the
scars
in
it
My
soul,
my
city's
hardened
it
My
heart,
I
don't
know
where
it
went!
All
I
know
is
there's
a
war
in
my
head
My
eyes
don't
close
when
I
lay
in
my
bed!
Wish
I
could
give
my
sister
all
the
strength
I
posses
And
let
the
heroin
kill
me
instead
You
see
my
grandmother
was
murdered
My
mother
used
a
gun
This
killing
is
in
my
blood,
it's
best
I
don't
make
a
son
I'm
in
the
mirror
trying
to
find
my
father
in
my
face
So
I
can
shoot
myself
right
in
that
very
place
I...
feel...
like...
I'm...
dying...
(Feel
like
I'm
dying)
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