Ben Lindell - Hanging lyrics

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Ben Lindell - Hanging lyrics

[Dave] Too many n***as died by hanging for me to die by banging, good point Maybe if you let me die on a hanger I wouldn't be terrorizing the neighbors, good choice f** school, too many in one cla**room. I'd rather be hitting licks in the bathroom Mama boyfriend said he'll be back soon. Never did so this work gon flip Now the folks got work and my mama check short. Say a prayer for the mothers of the n***as I've smoked And the smokers of the rock and the snorters of the blow. Til the world blow up, this is all I know This is all I know. This is all I know. This is all I know. Go [Chorus] Sometimes its seems to me that I, I must've born hanging out And I must've been conceived hanging out. And I probably incubated hanging out And I know I'm gonna die by hanging. And I know I'm gonna die by hanging And I know I'm gonna die by hanging. And I know I'm gonna die by hanging [Dave] So we hang by a string on the same light fixture and chain that swings In the same old closet we hang our things; our jeans, our worst nightmares, our dreams See, I could die by hanging. Air slowly leak while I'm strangling Airs on my feet while I'm swanging. Dead on that street where they raised him And I'll do it all again, for a chance at a whip, or a chain, or a brand When I'm gone another lil n***a become a man on the white folks land, yeah thats that slave sh** Damn thats the same sh**. Damn thats the same sh**. Damn thats the same sh**. Damn [Chorus] [Chris] Push a n***a and I'm swinging. Pull it and I'm banging. Ten toes down til my timbs is dangling Hanging from a telephone line on Sangamon. The game has been the only thing a n***a was raised up in So it ain't a thang for a n***a to raise up and pull that Nina out and let that motherf**er rang And if I let her sang, a n***a gon hang. Strange fruit, blood at the leaves, blood at the root Blood all on the tree of my Timberland boot. f** em, I'll cop another pair, might cop two Damn shame how many pair a n***a ran through. Not a shooter but a n***a gotta move how he move To keep from gettin cornered by the blocks and the corners that we outchea running. Yeah, we running whether from or to So choose. You a goner or you gunning. Either way I'm the n***a on your nighttime news [Chorus] [Chris] Wish the world would leave me alone, let me zone out in my head Come on let's roll. Let's roll. Let's roll. Let's roll Oh lady don't blow my high. Especially when you don't know my life Don't know my life. So don't blow my high. Don't blow my high. Don't blow my high 3x

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