Beanie Sigel, Freeway - Got Nowhere lyrics

Yo, I come from a crack in the ground
A hole in the wall
And dog, when the crack ain't around
The smokers'll brawl
Streets like a bullet in cancer
It'll swallow you up
Or eat you from the inside and hollow you up
And everyday like a test
You know life got rules
And it's sorta like checkers and chess
I went to school and took the lessons, punk
Know a pawn get kinged, a bishop get juiced
A rook get jumped
Faggot niggas took the easy route
They either coked out, smoked out, doped out
Niggas took the needle route
And I ain't tryin to take either route
I'm tryin to stop get weeded out, really
Tryin to weed it out
Know the flipside, we choosin your way
Like gettin fat from losin the weight
Or losing that from, usin the weight
I feel like I'm speeding and
I'm 'bout to crash
Nowhere to go and I'm gettin there fast, damn

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to
Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to ruuuuunnnnnnn
We in the streets player, get your mail
There's only two places to go
We either dead or in jail what the
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere

Ayo, I'm caught up in the system
Where the blind lead the blind
And this artist only speaks on
The signs of the time
And I pop pills and purple
Rain to state my pain
They say I'm just like my father
Bold and too cold
But you know that's how a thug ride
I send a kite through a dove in
A jail where the thugs cry
I feel your pain when you
Restrained and your love die
And make your heart hard
The blood in your vein fry
Feel like I'm trapped and I'm blindfolded
But my eyes wide open to see it
Feel like the O'Jays, climbin those stairways
Hoping, Heaven's gates wide open for me
Look towards Allah, Sig in direction
Still I spin in every direction
Seekin direction tryna balance out the good
With the imperfections
Yeah, I know I still move with nowhere to go
Damn

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to
Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to ruuuuunnnnnnn
We in the streets player, get your mail
There's only two places to go
We either dead or in jail what the
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere

It seems like we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom
See faces of the people that I shot
When I get high late night
Flow through the bottom my aunt's house
One of the places that I stopped
See she just died
She got cancer from smokin and drinkin
The same shit that I'm drinkin and smokin
I can't lie
Wish life would just open it's handcuffs
And let me go, I feel like I'm doin a bit
I can't slide, so what I'm a rapper?
I can't escape the wrath of Allah
If I crash up my whip or get
Blast in the jaw prick, mastered his fifth
Or I might go triple platinum
Become a household name
After a long day of out of town work
Make my way to the plane
Plane fast in the drift
Hear mayday, mayday, control's outta work
How the hell can life end
Like this? Nowhere to go

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to
Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to ruuuuunnnnnnn
We in the streets player, get your mail
There's only two places to go
We either dead or in jail what the
Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere