Baby Namboos

Baby Namboos - Ancoats 2 Zambia lyrics

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 Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class

Why are poor paying pounds for the broken glass

And as we point our fingers we turn our backs

We can't accept each other and that's a matter of fact

And doctor who do you shoot

Youths or one boy

Ever since the day you've seen the rich get you

Children you won't need to get a part of it

Broke away from the grape and this all started it

So you won't stay or take a drug at all

'cause you know you're so susceptible

They turn and get younow you're full of hate

You can't accept itnow you're in an irate state



This is wrecks-n-effects and I shake up their flex

They got techs break their necks

And their building their reps

Who the boos

Who to choose how they wearin' the shoes

In army I enlist and takin' a piss

Certain things I have seen

So I'm lookin' to grieve

Powers usually runnin'

They're buyin' the buildings

And then they sell

At least a bell and they're breakin' 'em down

My life to the rocks

Livin' in a shoebox

Social security

They like the poor in me

Bring out the whore in me

Then knock the door on me

Cheap tricks don't like chicks

And I'm rubbin' their hips

Who the boos

Who to choose how they wearin' the shoes



It was a long time ago and started to grow

Forest fire earned and sent me afrocentric negroes

So I juxtapose

This goes out to those

Who turned up their nose a long time ago

Now I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo

I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo

So open your mind

If you feel you could go

Clean out your ears well

While I clear my throat

The vital ingredientthe antidote

Willy wee flex like some other one



It's a feelin' that I get sometimes

When I'm lyin' in my bed sometimes

Black cloud in my head sometimes

Intoxicating my mindmy mind

It's not that I wanna die

Baby just that I wanna fly

But this feelin' that I get sometimes

I could sever all tiesall ties



Hate the color of my skin sometimes

Hates to see what I see sometimes

So how can I ever win my time

I was sold on the other side



'cause a wasted life is no such thing

There's no such thing as a wasted life

'cause life is death and death is life

And these here thoughts are not a crime

One day is foreverforever is a day

It's so fucking easy to throw it all away                      
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