Town Talk from Clocks&Mirrors by AARIE

Hook:

When the lights turn on they will see
We don't have to fight no more, don't kill me
We'll see..but they know what I'm gon’ do
They know what I'm gon’ do
They don't wanna, wanna
‘Cause when the light’s no more within me
I know you'll see that price is more than filthy
No retreat, hope they know what I'm gon’ do
They know what I'm gon’ do
They don't wanna, wanna.

Verse One:

I use my voice as an instrument to break down walls and barriers
‘Cause mother earth miscarried us
She left us broke with nothing but stress and hope, tried to bury us
Looking towards the heavens hoping one day we get carried up
My smile rotten, withered and downtrodden
In this competition of life, it aint no round robin
Been conditioned for strife, and now I found options
I was barely getting thru nights, nothin but Town Talk
And all this bread, steady on my mind..
Lack of funds, got me fed, I can't see sunshine
Guess I'm sick in the head, life can be unkind
Wish that I could touch the world with at least one line
I don’t have to save it
All this struggle, guess I acclimated
I don't have to trust you, I’m out of luck too, man it’s sad to say it
I’m on a path for greatness
My epitaph will read “Everlastin’ clever passion, Heaven had to take ‘em”.


Hook:

‘Cause When the lights turn on they will see
We don't have to fight no more, don't kill me
We'll see..but they know what I'm gon’ do
They know what I'm gon’ do
They don't wanna, wanna
‘Cause when the light’s no more within me
I know you'll see that price is more than filthy
No retreat, hope they know what I'm gon’ do
They know what I'm gon’ do
They don't wanna, wanna.


Verse Two:

And God willing
I make it out this box, I been waiting to start healing
Won’t savor no hard feelings
Roll with Gil Scott, can’t relate to Bob Dylan
Guess I was taught different, but my soul’s not missing’
This is more than just words on a page
When all you know is pain, watch it turn into rage
They monetize homicide
You’re just hearing beats and rhymes, not they momma’s cries
Rate my struggle light to a decent 5
Likely to be described as stuck in a crisis
I write this to keep alive
While you can just enjoy yourself
This shit is hectic, man I actively avoid myself
I destroyed my health and can’t afford no help
How I’m really supposed to feel when I’m forced to fail?
If the laws don’t like us, and yall don’t like us
That means my only option is to kill or keep writin’
Watch your privilege keep risin’.

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• conscious hip hop
• lyrical hip-hop
• underground hip hop
• Pittsburgh