I1 - MOTR (Middle of the Road) lyrics

I tried to take you all away From the place where dark nights Been as cold as ever I tried to take you off with me But if the streets hold you back You'll be gone forever I tried to take you all away From the place where dark knights - They don't go to heaven I tried to take you off with me But if you walk the same walk You'll be gone in the middle of the road One step, but in which direction? I stepped in. Alone in the room And its too empty My mind is an entrance, but it isn't cleansing I said “I won” 's the title But titles is just the ending… He say that he want beef - Should I lend him a couple? Turn his bad rep to rubble Man chattin', seeing weakness Cah I keep quiet. Need a ceasefire No vision of bleeding man before I retire Don't want to breed riots or breathe fire - That's why I quit cursin' And you role is being a lead liar In past dreams - can you leave iron? The irony is that it's metal And metal is what indeed I am A deep lion, or is it simply I need triumph? Cah when I see my life crumble, then I can see Zion See why I'm in need of being able to see higher? I know myself, and Im guilty - Don't even need trial. Done When you ain't for realer - Gun blaze for scrilla So come, pay my liver! Don't complain or give up Unashamed cah dumb games Contained my river I'm a son of the sun like them Who's your hero? Are you a true hearer - One foot in the new era? Where'd it start - “6 / 7 foot…” Wearing a New Era? Ballie on, strallie - all load up And its so clever Cah you take your own out With a strap in this cold weather They calculatin' you as a stat And we all fed up And I must blow the game - No h*mo, I hold pen up They never let me speak I dont preach, but they won't bread us And the street is just as mad As the head of some cold breddah With his finger on the trigger And he figure when he slip up Then he lift up both the sticks up And he let that milli rip up - Ain't a stick up Life in the pen - exciting? Yo get your tip up You'll see a C.O. before CEO's And if I'm having a daydream Can you judge that? Cah little dudes, they do gunclap And they use that strap And if they don't? You see, my little cuz got jacked And now he's runnin' with a shank Ready to slice that cat I told him “Bruddah, you should eazy Cah you lost that match.” And he told me “Nah, Im 17 So you should bun that chat!” He thinks that running with a team Gon' protect like packs And I told him: “Go and break his face But don't you pull knife out” My dead grand-uncle Spent his whole life in the trap And half the family's dead drinking… Why you fooled like that? But I don't think he'll ever listen - He's too cool, and its wack As life don't call you like a mistress With a new contract - you nah…