Chain Link Lyrics

Song	Chain Link
Artist	Brother Ali
Album	Champion Ep
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	作曲 : Brother Ali
	(Verse 1)
	I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I
	Even though that's not what Islam always signify
	Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em
	They would get on their knees and shine shoes
	'fore they ever let the drugs afflict 'em
	Makin taco's and ****in with McDonald's
	Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes
	Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy
	Even though they walkin the tight roads
	Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom
	I'm too cool, I look at 'em like fools
	Those fools combine forces and pull their resources
	And guess who the new owner of the corner store is
	Shit, what's stoppin me from doin that?
	I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that
	Because if one dime sack in the time can climax
	Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities
	But I'm a dreamer in alotta ways
	I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days
	Keep my son's heartbeat in my sleep
	I'ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like
	(Chorus x2)
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what's the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
	(Verse 2)
	Born again christian creatures from the suburbs
	Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve
	Comin here unaware that the one's with no material gifts
	Sometimes most spiritually rich
	Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that
	That can't hold me back, my man Vast told me that
	"Harlem got all that on a bigger scale"
	When there's bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real
	I see children growin up within a wicked system
	Smilin I wanna kiss 'em, I see prophet Muhammad in 'em
	Poverty's trickin people from my generation
	And hands down to world's most creative
	I've seen both sides of the fence
	Picket a chain link and we ain't all thinkin the same thing but
	They teens got so impressed by me
	They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me
	We captivated the world's imagination
	I used to idolize athletes and entertainers
	Cause they never let the situation capture 'em
	System gave 'em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to 'em
	(Chrous x2)
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what's the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
	(Verse 3)
	Marvin Gaye said it best "This ain't livin"
	No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin
	And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin
	Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming
	And here I am, still lower class America
	Same room, same view, different cast of characters
	Regina got arrested as a late prowler
	Couldn't trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher
	Onward goes my neighbourhood's revolving door
	A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all
	I guess that's why we call it a hood
	Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour
	(Chorus x2)
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what's the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

	zuo qu : Brother Ali
	Verse 1
	I try to always buy final call from the F. O. I
	Even though that' s not what Islam always signify
	Y' all gotta love the struggle in ' em
	They would get on their knees and shine shoes
	' fore they ever let the drugs afflict ' em
	Makin taco' s and in with McDonald' s
	Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes
	Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy
	Even though they walkin the tight roads
	Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom
	I' m too cool, I look at ' em like fools
	Those fools combine forces and pull their resources
	And guess who the new owner of the corner store is
	Shit, what' s stoppin me from doin that?
	I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that
	Because if one dime sack in the time can climax
	Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities
	But I' m a dreamer in alotta ways
	I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days
	Keep my son' s heartbeat in my sleep
	I' ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like
	Chorus x2
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what' s the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
	Verse 2
	Born again christian creatures from the suburbs
	Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve
	Comin here unaware that the one' s with no material gifts
	Sometimes most spiritually rich
	Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that
	That can' t hold me back, my man Vast told me that
	" Harlem got all that on a bigger scale"
	When there' s bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real
	I see children growin up within a wicked system
	Smilin I wanna kiss ' em, I see prophet Muhammad in ' em
	Poverty' s trickin people from my generation
	And hands down to world' s most creative
	I' ve seen both sides of the fence
	Picket a chain link and we ain' t all thinkin the same thing but
	They teens got so impressed by me
	They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me
	We captivated the world' s imagination
	I used to idolize athletes and entertainers
	Cause they never let the situation capture ' em
	System gave ' em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to ' em
	Chrous x2
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what' s the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
	Verse 3
	Marvin Gaye said it best " This ain' t livin"
	No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin
	And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin
	Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming
	And here I am, still lower class America
	Same room, same view, different cast of characters
	Regina got arrested as a late prowler
	Couldn' t trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher
	Onward goes my neighbourhood' s revolving door
	A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all
	I guess that' s why we call it a hood
	Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour
	Chorus x2
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what' s the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

	zuò qǔ : Brother Ali
	Verse 1
	I try to always buy final call from the F. O. I
	Even though that' s not what Islam always signify
	Y' all gotta love the struggle in ' em
	They would get on their knees and shine shoes
	' fore they ever let the drugs afflict ' em
	Makin taco' s and in with McDonald' s
	Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes
	Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy
	Even though they walkin the tight roads
	Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom
	I' m too cool, I look at ' em like fools
	Those fools combine forces and pull their resources
	And guess who the new owner of the corner store is
	Shit, what' s stoppin me from doin that?
	I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that
	Because if one dime sack in the time can climax
	Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities
	But I' m a dreamer in alotta ways
	I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days
	Keep my son' s heartbeat in my sleep
	I' ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like
	Chorus x2
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what' s the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
	Verse 2
	Born again christian creatures from the suburbs
	Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve
	Comin here unaware that the one' s with no material gifts
	Sometimes most spiritually rich
	Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that
	That can' t hold me back, my man Vast told me that
	" Harlem got all that on a bigger scale"
	When there' s bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real
	I see children growin up within a wicked system
	Smilin I wanna kiss ' em, I see prophet Muhammad in ' em
	Poverty' s trickin people from my generation
	And hands down to world' s most creative
	I' ve seen both sides of the fence
	Picket a chain link and we ain' t all thinkin the same thing but
	They teens got so impressed by me
	They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me
	We captivated the world' s imagination
	I used to idolize athletes and entertainers
	Cause they never let the situation capture ' em
	System gave ' em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to ' em
	Chrous x2
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what' s the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
	Verse 3
	Marvin Gaye said it best " This ain' t livin"
	No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin
	And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin
	Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming
	And here I am, still lower class America
	Same room, same view, different cast of characters
	Regina got arrested as a late prowler
	Couldn' t trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher
	Onward goes my neighbourhood' s revolving door
	A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all
	I guess that' s why we call it a hood
	Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour
	Chorus x2
	Children growin, women producin
	Men go workin, but what' s the use
	When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
	And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

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