Growing Up In This World歌詞
  • 歌手:Jackson Turner
    歌詞出處:http://m.ssgv4xm.cn
    Growing Up In This World
    作曲 Soulspeak
    編曲 Soulspeak
    制作 Souslpeak, Jackson Turner
    作詞 Jackson Turner
    混音 Chronmaster
    Growing up in this world of enormous extremes
    Separated by nation but together we bleed
    Every struggle within reaches a point of release
    Rather die on my feet than have to live on my knees
    You need money to make money, its simple addition
    There’s people living with nothing, I get the picture
    Its bigger than individual lives and criminal minds
    Hypnotized by the television, listen and buy, consume
    Public schools teaching free market values
    How to be exploited 101 and the house rules
    Communities are packed, Latinos and Blacks
    No opportunity for ownership, their people are trapped
    And its real.
    Can’t invest in the quality of life when
    All the money leaving following the white man
    And he never gonna fight fair, fuck a dream
    Type cast, living the American nightmare
    Ghetto teens on the block with crack rocks and stash spots
    Trying to eat and increase their back pocket
    Ain’t no laptops, pools or backyards
    Just concrete, steal bars and gat wars
    The hood is part of your identity
    So you struggle till the day you rest in peace and never leave
    Trying to hide from the pain in a bottle of Pueto-Rock rum
    Your job sucks, cleaning shit with a mop bucket
    At your local Block Buster
    You knocked up a fast little cock-loving chick with no condom on
    Now you gotta deal with child support
    And the cycle continues, trapped like a dying dog
    Growing up in this world of enormous extremes
    Separated by nation but together we bleed
    Every struggle within reaches a point of release
    Rather die on my feet than have to live on my knees
    Look up the meaning of property, its as simple as pie
    They keep the pieces for themselves and they leave us the side dishes
    If this is a contest, it’s mission impossible
    The business man is the pimp and the politician the prostitute
    Guess who the one getting fucked is?
    They call us criminals, they don’t know dick about justice
    Slums filled with laborers from the countryside
    Thrown off the land, cause the loan was two months behind
    Sub-prime, decency does not apply
    Ain’t no competition when big business being subsidized
    You try to find a job out in Islamabad
    Fuck a nine to five
    You in the factory from five to nine with your neck soar
    Making textiles with an XLarge thats exported to dress shops
    On West 4th street in New York
    Living standards on a level thats unreasonable
    So you sleep on the floor
    Up in the morning praying for the fait of your two kids
    Child labor violation, lies and abuses
    The union got you in a strangle hold
    Cause their working with the management to keep your wages low
    Bank rolled with a paper trail through the labor bureau
    Plus they’ve got the union dues that you paying to them
    Work you like a slave and it makes sense
    Cause if the goods we buy are cheap then they can pay us even less
    Growing up in this world of enormous extremes
    Separated by nation but together we bleed
    Every struggle within reaches a point of release
    Rather die on my feet than have to live on my knees
  • Growing Up In This World
    作曲 Soulspeak
    編曲 Soulspeak
    制作 Souslpeak, Jackson Turner
    作詞 Jackson Turner
    混音 Chronmaster
    Growing up in this world of enormous extremes
    Separated by nation but together we bleed
    Every struggle within reaches a point of release
    Rather die on my feet than have to live on my knees
    You need money to make money, its simple addition
    There’s people living with nothing, I get the picture
    Its bigger than individual lives and criminal minds
    Hypnotized by the television, listen and buy, consume
    Public schools teaching free market values
    How to be exploited 101 and the house rules
    Communities are packed, Latinos and Blacks
    No opportunity for ownership, their people are trapped
    And its real.
    Can’t invest in the quality of life when
    All the money leaving following the white man
    And he never gonna fight fair, fuck a dream
    Type cast, living the American nightmare
    Ghetto teens on the block with crack rocks and stash spots
    Trying to eat and increase their back pocket
    Ain’t no laptops, pools or backyards
    Just concrete, steal bars and gat wars
    The hood is part of your identity
    So you struggle till the day you rest in peace and never leave
    Trying to hide from the pain in a bottle of Pueto-Rock rum
    Your job sucks, cleaning shit with a mop bucket
    At your local Block Buster
    You knocked up a fast little cock-loving chick with no condom on
    Now you gotta deal with child support
    And the cycle continues, trapped like a dying dog
    Growing up in this world of enormous extremes
    Separated by nation but together we bleed
    Every struggle within reaches a point of release
    Rather die on my feet than have to live on my knees
    Look up the meaning of property, its as simple as pie
    They keep the pieces for themselves and they leave us the side dishes
    If this is a contest, it’s mission impossible
    The business man is the pimp and the politician the prostitute
    Guess who the one getting fucked is?
    They call us criminals, they don’t know dick about justice
    Slums filled with laborers from the countryside
    Thrown off the land, cause the loan was two months behind
    Sub-prime, decency does not apply
    Ain’t no competition when big business being subsidized
    You try to find a job out in Islamabad
    Fuck a nine to five
    You in the factory from five to nine with your neck soar
    Making textiles with an XLarge thats exported to dress shops
    On West 4th street in New York
    Living standards on a level thats unreasonable
    So you sleep on the floor
    Up in the morning praying for the fait of your two kids
    Child labor violation, lies and abuses
    The union got you in a strangle hold
    Cause their working with the management to keep your wages low
    Bank rolled with a paper trail through the labor bureau
    Plus they’ve got the union dues that you paying to them
    Work you like a slave and it makes sense
    Cause if the goods we buy are cheap then they can pay us even less
    Growing up in this world of enormous extremes
    Separated by nation but together we bleed
    Every struggle within reaches a point of release
    Rather die on my feet than have to live on my knees