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  • Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Around My Way текст песни

    Around My Way

    (feat. John Legend)

    [Chorus]
    Around my way…
    Around my way…
    All the corners filled with sorrow
    All the streets are filled with pain
    Around my way…

    Around my way…
    Around my way…
    All the corners filled with sorrow
    All the streets are filled with pain
    Around my way…

    [1st Verse]
    People let me paint a picture
    You know I ain’t a christian
    I ain’t a muslim, ain’t a jew
    I’m losing my religion
    I speak to god directly
    I know my god respect me
    Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me
    I ain’t knocking you, but I don’t fuck with hospitals
    Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles do
    Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too
    Stay away from ham like Abraham, Lord’ll follow you
    Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I’m a do
    You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou
    I’m on the block, I’m tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
    Your love, plus hard work and ambition
    We gonna make it through, my songs is psalms I’m spiritual when I’m lyrical
    This is for my soldier niggaz looking in the mirror who
    Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal
    The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
    We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
    Bread in the oven by the roaster
    We be takin’ gypsy cabs and chasin’ 50 bags
    They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad
    The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads
    when niggaz ain’t become American till 9/11
    Feeling like you gotta sneak into heaven
    When the reverend looking like a pimp and the pimp look like the reverend

    [Chorus]
    Around my way…
    Around my way…
    All the corners filled with sorrow
    All the streets are filled with pain
    Around my way…

    These conditions make us strong
    And we create our own businesses so later on
    Our children have things in their name that they can say they own
    A mix tape freestyle become your favorite song
    No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
    Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
    Till you spill your guts like you a Garcia Vega
    We roll blunts not the papers
    Cop the greatest take it coast to coast
    L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators
    Cop the Dro and cop the blacks
    Cop the four, cock it back
    Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap
    Be a doctor or a lawyer or make your momma a promise that
    You’ll finish school, but when you got a dream you gotta follow that
    And make sure when you make it out the hood, you always holler back
    Think about what you got from that
    And always put your dollars back
    On top of that, this is a legacy and we a part of that
    The hood is where my heart is at
    Catch me around my way

    [Chorus]
    Around my way…
    Around my way…
    All the corners filled with sorrow
    All the streets are filled with hate
    Around my way…

    Around my way…
    Around my way…
    All the corners filled with sorrow
    All the streets are filled with pain
    Around my way…



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