Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Am
In this bitch again,
Gm
it's like we get it right back,
then we trip again
It's like I get it right back, then trip again
I get it right back, then I trip again
Am
Something tells me I've
F
been here before
G#m
Dm
Gm
Eb
Something tells me we've
F
Am
Dm
been here before
Am
Top of the day with nothing to say
Tongue in the cage, I need an escape
F
Mother would say,
Am
you're not your mistakes
All is to gain, with God in your favour, son
All of my sins was gone with the wind
Better or worse, I always pretend
F
Make no mistake,
Am
and try an d compare
Gm
Am
Under the veil, it's one and the same
Gm
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Bb
Tossed and turned and lost and
Eb
Gm
Am
Searching, frost and burning
Gm
Eb
F
Bb
I don't know what to believe
Am
Choruses, churches, pastors,
Gm
chairman, politics, sermon
I don't know what to believe
Am
Esus4
Am
I don't
F
Am
know what to believe
Bb
F
Bb
Believe nothing
F
Am
I don't know what to believe
Believe nothing
F
Gm
Am
I don't know what to believe
Believe in yourself
Believe in yourself, believe in yourself
And when the day comes
Bb
I drop a hundred rack
Gm
Bb
F
Am
lease at the Daytona
Oh, good die young
Where we came from
Em
There's no bioweapon
E
stronger than silence
Em
Bb
Tylenol for dire headaches
when I rhyme
And start clicking in tongues
Am
Roots of my family tree,
reek of violence
Gm
Veteran blood, infidels,
fled from a tyrant
F
Hemorrhaging love when
death was beside him
And that's the cloth that
I'm cut from
Bb
Through the fabric of my lineage
as my parts were sewn
Am
To do bad and rap hideous
Gm
Take pictures dark like your flash was off
Am
Sang pretty for crass woman
in popular bond
Revolution was spoiled milk,
E
fuck it hurt, I'm the man
Am
Mama sent you,
F
we boys still smoke it hurt by the bag
Generational curse spilled over
Am
Turned in a corkscrew till
F
Am
the globe tip over
I mean, nothing changed
but who is to blame
Em
Am
Blood is on their hands
but they pointing the finger
Gm
Am
You mix pain with the pain,
now you rubbing some nickels
All this he say, she say,
bring me back to the scriptures
Em
E
Em
Bb
Toss
Am
and turning,
Gm
lost and surging, frost and burning,
F
I don't know what to believe
Bb
Am
Crosses,
churches,
pastors, chairman,
Gm
politics, sermons,
I don't know what
Am
Drifting to see a doubt
Am
or find a shore of assurance
Pull some titties out before
they say I'm
Conscious and boring,
I'm just a product of
Goldie Wood Pressure,
cop a cookie from the corner
Keep it pushy, get some bread
and keep your posy full of fake
Am
Infidelity, we outside it full of fake 011,
Am
that's my city, that's my flag
Gm
Am
If I don't make it to heaven,
Am
came pretty close in these tracks
Yet not a moment of angst,
nothing was holding me back
Still, redemptive desire
to rub my nuts on the mat
Still, third world hunger,
Gm
starving kid on the ad
F
Still, if I made it out the hood,
Am
G
it's not too late to go back
Am
Still, on the loop that they took, yeah we
Am
All the blood that was spilled,
Em
Am
all the thugs bred up,
Bb
F
all the moms fed up,
Am
ticked off shit too real for a ballot,
dog how we feed they say
we feed a tick in the ballot
Am
Ancestor communion
has tremendous political implications
for the national consciousness
of African people,
Am
because it says that that's
where your strength is,
and it's something that unites
us as a people,
the practices which would unite us
with our source of power,
which indeed were the practices
of ancestor communion.
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