Brother Ali - Pitch Black Noon lyrics
[Brother Ali - Pitch Black Noon lyrics]
From can't see in the mornin'
Breakin' my back, until can't see at night
Number five, back seat I write
Shadows On The Sun with a shabby little light
I would gladly give my life to
This battle till it's won at the crib the
Shower don't get hot
In the winter my kids eatin'
Top Ramen for dinner listen
I ain't dissin' but there's
Something that you're missin'
A lot of us are livin'
In this type of condition
Buildings filled with heights
Tryin' to get their heads straight
Got a baby and the radiator chip lead paint
The land lord, a hustler
He ain't givin' a fuck
If I rift with him too much
Then this shit will erupt
There's a housing crisis in my city
So if he evict me
There's a long list of kids that are willing
To give up their left kidney to replace me
Get my place
Work my ten hour days and live shitty
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Paranoid I got a pistol at the post of my bed
Why?
Ain't no killer, but I'm half-assed blind
They tryin' to run in the
Pad and grab what's mine what?
Busted TV, you can have that fine
Them books' in the front room
I mastered every line
But, you so much as ruffle my curtain tonight
I'm gonna teach your jerky ass
About the circle of life
Wrong side of track dark side of the moon
Left side of the brain where
He organize the tomb
Choose sides wisely because when
You gather your platoon
Cause, I show down and draw on
Your ass like high noon wrong side of track
Dark side of the moon
Left side of the brain when
He look inside the gloom
Choose sides wisely because when
You gather your platoon
Cause, I show down and draw on
Your ass like high noon
I show up to the showdown
Get up for the down stroke
Pushin' brass knuckles through the back
Of your clown throat
Leave a grease stain like your ass a phantom
I blow out the candle in your jack-o lantern
The hands of the last man standin'
Magically become cannons when he
Blast into a tantrum
Whip him, lash him, beat him, batter him
Keep him graspin' for that last gasp of wind
Death rattle pass through him
Let him close his eyes and his
Bullshit life flash for him
Finally when his soul detaches from within
Catch me passin' through the moonlight
Holdin' back a grin
Breakin' my back, until can't see at night
Number five, back seat I write
Shadows On The Sun with a shabby little light
I would gladly give my life to
This battle till it's won at the crib the
Shower don't get hot
In the winter my kids eatin'
Top Ramen for dinner listen
I ain't dissin' but there's
Something that you're missin'
A lot of us are livin'
In this type of condition
Buildings filled with heights
Tryin' to get their heads straight
Got a baby and the radiator chip lead paint
The land lord, a hustler
He ain't givin' a fuck
If I rift with him too much
Then this shit will erupt
There's a housing crisis in my city
So if he evict me
There's a long list of kids that are willing
To give up their left kidney to replace me
Get my place
Work my ten hour days and live shitty
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Paranoid I got a pistol at the post of my bed
Why?
Ain't no killer, but I'm half-assed blind
They tryin' to run in the
Pad and grab what's mine what?
Busted TV, you can have that fine
Them books' in the front room
I mastered every line
But, you so much as ruffle my curtain tonight
I'm gonna teach your jerky ass
About the circle of life
Wrong side of track dark side of the moon
Left side of the brain where
He organize the tomb
Choose sides wisely because when
You gather your platoon
Cause, I show down and draw on
Your ass like high noon wrong side of track
Dark side of the moon
Left side of the brain when
He look inside the gloom
Choose sides wisely because when
You gather your platoon
Cause, I show down and draw on
Your ass like high noon
I show up to the showdown
Get up for the down stroke
Pushin' brass knuckles through the back
Of your clown throat
Leave a grease stain like your ass a phantom
I blow out the candle in your jack-o lantern
The hands of the last man standin'
Magically become cannons when he
Blast into a tantrum
Whip him, lash him, beat him, batter him
Keep him graspin' for that last gasp of wind
Death rattle pass through him
Let him close his eyes and his
Bullshit life flash for him
Finally when his soul detaches from within
Catch me passin' through the moonlight
Holdin' back a grin