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Stability
03:25
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I feel my life is at a stop.
I’m at the bottom, dreams at the top.
I’m looking up from a ditch.
They’re within reach but they slip.
From my fingertips.
So I take a sip.
Put that bottle to my lips.
That’s all, that’s it.
Stability, ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I’m stable steady always ready to pack up and leave it all behind.
Responsibilities, to my friends and family.
Are never going anywhere I may not be here but I am with you.
So don’t worry, I’ll be back.
We’ll drink whiskey, we’ll have laughs.
We’ll tell stories, of our lives.
We’ll make moments to last, until the next goodbye.
I feel my life is at a stop.
I’m at the bottom, dreams at the top.
I’m looking up from a ditch.
They’re within reach but they slip.
From my fingertips.
So I take a sip.
Put that bottle to my lips.
That’s all, that’s it.
Not saying I don’t love my home and my friends.
I’m saying that I’ll be there in the end.
But if I don’t pursue this life it’s a sin.
That’s it, call it, I’m Already Dead yeah.
So don’t worry, I’ll be back.
But I’m sorry, it won’t last.
So let’s celebrate, make it loud.
Come on, raise your glass.
To right here, right now.
I feel my life is at a stop.
I’m at the bottom, dreams at the top.
I’m looking up from a ditch.
They’re within reach but they slip.
From my fingertips.
So I take a sip.
Put that bottle to my lips.
That’s all, that’s it.
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2. |
Talk About It
02:27
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He was a kid with a dream in his grasp
Talk a workers set of skills
that only few possess
Grew to be a man, the American dream
With a working mans heart
Such a rare thing to see
Fast life slowed him down Honest pay brought pain
Sold a remedy
Only few could turn away
Decline was fast
Skills suffered by the day
Broke his friends hearts to turn him away
Now a broken man the dream's gone away
It broke his families heart
To leave him this way
He copes with the pain
Remedy every day
The only way to live to survive another day
Find another way.
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3. |
My Collar is Blue
03:36
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This city is ours
In so many ways
That skylines's a picture
It Changes everyday
These little changes
To the great wide view
They're seen by the many
They're made by the few
Sun up to sun down
We build her up so high
You know We Can't stop - won't stop
It's just a way of life
This honest mans wage
We earn it everyday
Our health and our time
Can be the price we pay
But the sacrifices made, they will not go in vein
The groundwork has been laid for you to go further
But the sacrifices made, they will not go in vein
The groundwork has been laid for you to go further
Our sons and our daughters
The future is yours
Know where you come from
Always strive for more
We have no regrets
For the lives we choose
We sacrifice to make
A better life for you
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4. |
Hypocrite
01:20
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Raise em on these values
That won't help them in real life
Create a world where to survive
You must fight.
Then call kids thugs
For fighting for what's right
Lock em up, give em a record
No future in sight.
Hypocrite
Raise em on these values
That won't help them in real life
Create a world where to survive
You must fight.
Chock it up to a riot
For fighting for what's right
Lock em up, give em a record
No future in sight.
Hypocrite
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(Tomorrow was bright and full of promise)
(Progress pushed forward)
(Engineering our times, with steel and electricity)
(A family heirloom to be passed down for generations)
The City's burnin
She's not concernin'
With who she's hurtin'
You can be certain
She is alive tonight
There is no wrong or right
Trouble we know we'll find
It's just one of those nights
(Streetlights, burnin' bright)
It's in the air tonight
Yeah it's time to decide
We gonna ride
We gonna ride gonna ride
Got my crew right by my side
We don't run we don't hide
They got my back I'm on their side
No matter what goes down tonight
The City's burnin
She's not concernin'
With who she's hurtin'
You can be certain
BOS the Rapper:
It’s in the air tonight
Can feel the fear and hype
Against the moon lit sky
My city’s getting live when
(Streetlights burnin bright)
My team outside we tell no lies
We leave no signs, they got my six
(We gonna ride)
My team out side we tell no lies
(We gonna ride)
We leave now signs They got my six
dap up or get snapped up when the city flip
Class up or get passed up when the city pick
Act tough and get clapped up in the city script
The bad blood’ll get stacked up in the city quick
Got mad love for A-Dead and the shitty Clique
They got my back, I’m on their side no matter what goes down tonight
The City's burnin
She's not concernin'
With who she's hurtin'
You can be certain
(I found tomorrows plans in a back alley of a neighborhood they'd forgotten)
(Left unchanged, as if unwanted)
(One of many possibilities)
(Never to be seen, forever unfulfilled)
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6. |
Bruises and Bottles
03:12
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I've got something to prove
I've got I've got
Something to prove (yeah)
I've got something to prove
to myself, not you.
I've got something to prove
I've got I've got
Something to prove (yeah)
I've got something to prove
to myself, not you.
Cause this life
Has been a road of battles
Bruise and bottles
Of nothing else matters in life
Thought I'd die tomorrow
No time for sorrow, regrets were hollow.
But along the way
I had to make a change
I never knew that I could be what I am today
Cause mistakes were made, and those prices paid
Don't want a clean slate I need to remember
The man I was, the man I am
The man that can't just stand aside
While opportunity slips through the cracks
Of a city wide gap of time
Cause I got something to...
I've got something to prove
I've got I've got
Something to prove (yeah)
I've got something to prove
to myself, not you
I've got something to prove
I've got I've got
Something to prove (yeah)
I've got something to prove
to myself, not you
But I know
Nobody does it alone
Got friends and family to call my own
It's something like a war to keep that PMA
The same ones who are there for me everyday
Ive got
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove
To you
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Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth fighting for
That's all I really want
Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth dying for
That's all I really want
Agreements of allegiance
Pledged daily by kids and teens and
Our taxes paid by workers made up
of good people seasoned
To do what's right "Your futures bright
Just follow don't ask for reason
Help the cause follow the laws
You'll reap the benefits in the end"
But the pensions gone, gambled away along
With your home and job, It's just the same old song
Elected leaders won't be seen
They sold their allegiance on your grievance
Now tell me when the dollar rules
What are we left to believe in?
Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth fighting for
That's all I really want
(BOS the Rapper)
American dream high up on a pedestal
Overtime every week, just like I said I'd do
80 hours every week, barely covers medical
Taxes slashing my check, backbreak inevitable
Sloggin through a system that's designed for me to fail
Underweight and underpaid but grinding for a meal
reppin for the flag but I'm kneeling for what's real
Still Standing for what's right and it dont matter how I feel
When you Separate the people, soldiers from the scholars
you fightin with fools, you thinking with the cowards
While you Watching all the dramas and the rich are gettin richer
House is playing with my money while the sick are getting sicker
Sick of Sittin in the cold, worn calloused and broke
circus is thick with the thieves and the clowns run the show
Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth fighting for
That's all I really want
Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth dying for
That's all I really want
Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth fighting for
That's all I really want
Something of freedom
Something to believe in
Something worth dying for
That's all I really want
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Already Dead Boston, Massachusetts
"Already Dead's 'Landlord' is a protest song for the modern labor movement...Both the song and the North of Boston-based
band are throwbacks to when punk rock often meant politically charged songs written and played by working class musicians."
-WBUR Boston
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