Cancion : 1865 Artista : Loaf Muzik Album : Knowledge Born Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-1865-de-loaf-muzik [Verse 1] Through the roughest terrain, with the rain and the lightning I whip on the rain and my stallion, tighten my grip Picked up the wind as we floor it Dip through the forest, my enemies soarin' Behind me, define me and capture me Few minutes shooting and pierce my anatomy Gladly I'm zooming, maneuvering gallantly Firing back, I got you feelin' agony Bet you they mad at me, bet you they sick Horse moving rapidly, hope we don't trip Last thing I need from a valiant steed Is to fall to its knees, and that's over, that's it No way, I don't quit Over my shoulder One enemy left, and he moving in closer Look at my hip, then I reach for my holster If I'ma go out, I'ma die as a soldier Die as a warrior, die as a knight All that I got is my word and my pride If I'm taken out, well then fuck it I tried If I make it out, well then fuck it I'm live Man this shit thrived, glad I survived Bad to the bone with the craziest drive But I'm stuck in the moment, now he approaching Now that I'm focused, I'm locked and I'm loaded Enemies clashing, bullets they soaring Galloping horses, moon looking gorgeous To run to the bag and the strain is enormous I hit him right back, couple shots to an organ He dropped to the floor, and I'm glorious Seems like the god is victorious It seems I escaped with my life I look up above and take off in the night, take off in the night [Chorus] They locking us up and they calling us criminals Feed education that ain't working out Killing our fathers and leaving our mothers Alone with the weight, trying to figure it out Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, look Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, yo Locking us up and they calling us criminals Feed education that ain't working out Killing our fathers and leaving our mothers Alone with the weight, trying to figure it out Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, look Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, yo [Verse 2] Tribe of the kings Captured by devils but still under pressure, do marvelous things Run up, you weak Still stand strong like an ox though Cops got Glocks for the teens Finna be the last of a dying breed It's on sight, you can laugh, but you feel the seed It's your life at one Little black boy in the projects with the Pyrex Sipping Hi-Tech with the nine TEC, damn Trying to feed the fam with the grams Little boys parked in an all black van, goddamn Had a couple bands in his pants Seen the ops from afar, didn't wanna take a chance, goddamn Tryna put the city on the map, with the semi or the MAC go blat Tryna lose a stack to a couple pigs in the trap Real nigga day one, that's a fact Just tryna get paid, tell me what's a king to a slave? Now he got the beam with the K Put him in the grave Cookin' for the fiends and the yay They been knocking on my door all day Tryna get high, me, I'm just tryna get by Oh my, all my niggas in the sky I been in the Stuy You ain't getting money, you a liar This year, got the streets on fire But I deal with the pain, anger and misery If I get locked, nobody visit me If I get shot, nobody missing me It been my history, seen it so vividly Stand on my own, gripping my chrome Always alone with a spliff to the dome Loaf be the set, we the young living prophets Nigga never thought I would make it out the projects Nigga I'm gone [Chorus] They locking us up and they calling us criminals Feed education that ain't working out Killing our fathers and leaving our mothers Alone with the weight, trying to figure it out Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, look Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, yo Locking us up and they calling us criminals Feed education that ain't working out Killing our fathers and leaving our mothers Alone with the weight, trying to figure it out Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, look Going on every day, so now we pray, we find a way out, yo [Outro] Get your hands off me, gravedigger! Goddamn it! Does the whole world gotta stomp on your face? Nigga, you better get your hands off me! Ain't no niggers around here, you hear me? Oh, I see. So the white man give you a couple of stripes, next thing you hollerin' and orderin' everybody around, like you the massa himself! Nigga, you ain't nothin' but the white man's dog! Shit And what are you? So full of hate you have to fight everybody because you've been whipped and chased by hounds. Well, that might not be living, but it sure as hell ain't dying. And dying's what these white boys been doin' for going on three years now, dying by the thousands! Dying for you, fool! I know, 'cuz I dug the graves. And all the time I keep askin' myself, "When, O Lord, when gonna be our time?" Gonna come a time when we all gonna hafta ante up and kick in like men. LIKE MEN! You watch who you callin' nigga. If there's any niggers round here, it's YOU! Smart-mouthed, stupid-ass, swamp-runnin' nigga. 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