Promoe - Trapped lyrics

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Promoe - Trapped lyrics

Ya man Promoe...Don't know... People don't know what's going on dawg... Imma' let you know what's going on.. People in my hood's trapped! - inna the ghetto... Poor people - inna the ghetto... Rich people - inna the ghetto... All people - oh lord... [Kardinal Offishall] I'm trapped behind the metal fence in this tenament yard It's not permanent but it's cyclical when your life is so hard I ain't never left the hood further than a hundred miles where I stay, We got broken dreams and cracks in the tiles I see them white folks as the bus drives through They only visit when they need a vial of coke for their crew Or a stash of that ganjah that me sell, we can manger they pull up in their 600 next to my honda And for a second I see into their life Trips to the Virgin islands with their two kids and a wife No slum lord, crack heads and hookers on the track just desperate housewives worrying about if thet're getting fat Poppin' a couple pills - I got pills to pay! Four kids, four baby mothers who ain't got sh** to say exept when I'm gonna get this? when I'm gonna get that? If you don't get it then yo you better get strapped This is my life, No kids, no wife, no stress [chorus] Trapped - Can't see my schackles and chains but I'm trapped - from the front and the back of my brain well from ghetto to ghetto - back yard to yard we tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars Trapped - Can't see my schackles and chains but I'm trapped - from the front and the back of my brain wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief we all stuck and lookin' to get released... from that trap [Promoe] Trapped - behind the picket fence and the decadence deep underneath my lost innocence and the ignorance mos's a housewife, daddy's a business man don't know much 'bout black culture, but I've got the new 50 cent that's how I know that they're different see the crooks when I'm in town lookin' just how they picture them I cross the street, see the looks, hear them whisperin'... gotta rush back to the burbs and the safety of my residence of my segre... gated community later for human beings, later for you and me to be eye to eye and to slice the pie in love and piece and unity you heard right - I ain't giving up my birth tonight and the cops in my pocket, true indeed I'm a future politician or a lobbyist a CEO I see the road - lined with gold - it's obvious I got it figured out: I'm scared & I ain't getting out so I made it like you ain't getting out the prison system ever now [chorus] Trapped - Can't see my schackles and chains but I'm trapped - from the front and the back of my brain well from ghetto to ghetto - back yard to yard we tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars Trapped - Can't see my schackles and chains but I'm trapped - from the front and the back of my brain wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief we all stuck and lookin' to get released [Daville] Well it's like mentally we're stuck in the ghetto and physically we're stuck in the ghetto so we're trying to find ourself a way out of the ghetto but no matter where we turn it's like we stuck in the ghetto and mi crying for help, but there's no one to help we turn to the bigger heads - the bigga heads them resent we no waan see we free from mental slavery as election come the ballot box them a send we but you haffi know how fi trod in the ghetto can't cross certain borders inna the ghetto but I know I'm lookin' forward to a better tomorrow cus I tell myself I gotta get out of the ghetto got to get out...the ghetto - it's like we framed in a mind frame... got to get out... - somebody playin' a mindgame ...the ghetto - let me know who behind them... gotta get out... - cus I'm sure that they hidin' ...the ghetto - behind their own fences... gotta get out... - monitored by their own lences ...the ghetto - the sh** is senseless [chorus] I'm Trapped - Can't see my schackles and chains but I'm trapped - from the front and the back of my brain well from ghetto to ghetto - back yard to yard we tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars Trapped - Can't see my schackles and chains but I'm trapped - from the front and the back of my brain wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief we all stuck and lookin' to get released allright, allright... got to get out...the ghetto got to get out...the ghetto get out the ghetto! got to get out...- get out the ghetto ...the ghetto - get out the..., get out the..., get out the..., get out...! got to get out...the ghetto

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