Slaine - Claxx On The Traxx lyrics

Let’s take a trip in the mind of a wine king
Look at the crook’s book
Find what you’re finding
Look at a sick fuck hooked on a crime thing
Fucked up with six bucks
Where’s the silver lining?
Maybe it’s the writing and surviving
Maybe it’s the haziness and
Craziness that I bring
That maybe made me savour this alive thing
Fuck man
I can still remember ODing and reviving
Now it seems my music is arriving
After all the juggling
The struggling and striving
I’ve been very lucky, I’ve been fortunate
I’ve been in the streets and
Seen friends lost in it
Like Joey, Joe’s back in detox
With dope packed in his knee
Socks and old fashioned Reeboks
And every night his momma keeps crying
Cause her hope keeps dying
Shooting dope with this rope he’s tying
His soul keeps trying to escape but he can’t
He’s just like his daddy and
His cousin and his aunt
He’s bugging on the drugs and
It wasn’t in his plans
Plus he’s got a court case
H planted in his pants
That’s what he says, do you believe this?
Cause every time he get out
He’s back with these heads
I guess we don’t know the reasons
But we’re praying to a god
That we don’t believe in

Yeah, sometimes at night I take the train
Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks
Sometimes I write just to shake the pain
But, I can’t go back, I can’t change the past

Sometimes at night I take the train
Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks
Sometimes I write just to shake the pain
But, I can’t go back, I can’t change the past

I remember being younger
September from the summer
Right before the trees had the
Leaves fall from em teens full of dreams
We were still all youngin
But it seems that the schemes and
The dirt called on us
We all went our separate
Ways with the reference
The same cause it stays when the
Days when your death is
Always full of questions
Never full of answers
Took chances dealing with the
Devil and his dancers
Some of us are locked up
Some of us are hopped up
Everyone of us will fill our
Stomachs with the vodka
Some of us are criminals and
Running from the coppers
Some of us are plumbers but the
Brunt of all the rotten
Things that we went through
Are taking their toll
Cause some of us are dead laying
With snakes in a hole
It makes you wanna cry when
You wasted your whole life
Until you wind up thinking
Of taking your own, that’s why

Yeah, sometimes at night I take the train
Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks
Sometimes I write just to shake the pain
But, I can’t go back, I can’t change the past

Sometimes at night I take the train
Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks
Sometimes I write just to shake the pain
But, I can’t go back, I can’t change the past

The world turns
The train tracks rumble in the night
Doors open
A drunk man stumbles with his wife
The pride of a foolish man
Humbled with the knife
In the reflection of the glass you
Can see it wasn’t right
Blurry moving lights, slurring new advice
Lying to your own face
This is truly true to life
And beautifully trife
Usually a sight for sore eyes
When you start seeing you could be alright
Your heart is beating right? So
Start a decent life
The greatest story ever told has
Got to be a fight
I know that some of me is wrong
Part of me is right
I write rhymes till I’m bringing
The forgotten to the light
My stop is getting closer
I’m talking to the ghost of
Those who were passed in
This rotten evil culture
Writing on the page with the ink from the pen
Underground in the city as I
Think where I been

Yeah, sometimes at night I take the train
Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks
Sometimes I write just to shake the pain
But, I can’t go back, I can’t change the past

Sometimes at night I take the train
Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks
Sometimes I write just to shake the pain
But, I can’t go back, I can’t change the past

You know, you don’t see my kind of people
Because my kind of people don’t beg dope
They go out and get it if
They miss they go to
Jail and they kick alone with
Nothing in some holding tank
Nobody and I mean nobody can
Talk a junkie out of
Using you can talk to em for years but
Sooner or later they’re gonna get
Ahold of something maybe
It’s not dope, maybe it’s
Booze, maybe it’s glue
It’s gasoline maybe it’s a gunshot
But something to relieve the
Pressures of their everyday life having
To tie their shoes

I can’t take this shit anymore, my hands are
Shaking i’ve been up for three days
I don’t wanna face nobody ever
Again i need help
I need to get, get out of here
I gotta go on detox