The Baby Namboos

The Baby Namboos - Ancoats 2 Zambia songtekst

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Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class

While the poor play in parks filled with 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

Indoctrinated you since you were a boy

Ever since the day you've seen the rich kids

Told within a year you'd be a part of them

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 against you, now you're full of hate

You can't accept it, now 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 ingredient, the 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 mind, my 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 ties, all 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 forever, forever is a day

It's so fucking easy to throw it all away
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