Aceyalone

Aceyalone - The Hurt lyrics

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The more I look around the more it hurts
 My livelihook is poisoned my works
 Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer
 With a foreign face and
 Tongue and
 Slightly
 Twisted view of this time and space
 Space cadet Ace
 Reporting from base
 The water hasn't a taste
 The time and the place
 The paper, the chase the race
 Again

 Verse 1:
 Manifestation, reva-lation-lution
 Retro-bution solution
 My people are poor community war
 What's the rivalry for?
 The poor can't afford
 Self genocide
 Help 'em aside
 He's on your side of the fight
 Yep, but unfortunatley
 Unproportionately out of order
 We have Kaos
 Kaos to order they're closing the border
 It's a flip of the quarter
 For the players, existing in this game
 I'm sensing a change
 That all will come to pass
 Then a movement of the mass
 But who am I to tell on who will prevail
 And who's fail and who in the hell
 Are you going to tell?
 You're new to the trail
 Your doomed to sail
 Away
 Keep watching your backs
 And cover your tracks
 Get up on the facts and relax
 And as the dust settles another one bites
 He fights but he lost his life device
 He's iced my advice
 Don't play unless you plan to pay the price

 Hook

 The more I look around the more it hurts (x5)
 I quiety go berserk when I work
 Hoping to find that part of my mind
 That's mostly confine and blind
 Yes pure and refined
 Untampered with time
 Subliminal sublime
 The criminal's crime
 I reach and climb
 I keep it refined I speak and I grind
 Away
 Keep watching your back and cover your tracks
 get up on the facts and relax
 And as the dust settles another one bites
 He fights but he lost his life device
 He's iced my advice
 Don't play unless you plan to pay the price

 Hook

 We all hurt sometimes. Don't we?
 We all get hurt sometimes. Don't we?
 We all laugh sometimes. Don't we?
 We often pass the time. Don't we?
 We all get mad sometimes. Don't we?
 We all can flash at times. Can't we?
 Have some piece of mind?
 Don't we need to seize the time? Don't we?
 Life is FUCKED up
 But it can be
 Some people just lucked up
 Because they can see
 The shit is chaotic in disguise
 Guns and narcotics for or demise
 And don't forget the lies
 They pump you with
 I rise to the occasion without a scratch or abrasion
 Just a hop, skip, and jump
 Away from a rock hit and a drunk
 No loitering here
 Aye y'all can't hang out after dark here
 Excuse me sir but you can't park here!
 I mean tell your dogs that they can't bark here
 I mean the world is moving baby
 But you gotta just Hold on
 But Sometimes you can't just hold on
 You gotta just let it go
 Let, let, let, let, let it go
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Project Blowed Recordings

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: A Book of Human Language (1998)

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