Non Phixion - Caught Between Worlds lyrics

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Non Phixion - Caught Between Worlds lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Ay yo I spit it at you, hit you up, Ill Bill, Brooklyn be the place where I rest at The foundation, the truth, the d**h trap My uncle Howie on the couch, high on dope 5714 Farrugut Road, the projects I grew up broke Used to read Spiderman while my uncle burned holes in his clothes Nodding out mid-sentence eyes closed when he spoke Coughing and choking the weed that he smoked (What!) Speaking in non fiction, yall listening Ear to the streets, it's like they got the sidewalk wired Underneath our feet Young Bill, Young Vader, ba*tard swordsman My mind is like the script from an Italian gore flick I'm caught between worlds I've seen light inside the darkness but I still can't decide which way to turn I can't decide which way to burn So I'm a light it up a both ends and watch it unfurl [Chorus] Caught between worlds, non phixion So many people understand the same pain that I feel They feel the same way They think the same thoughts, though the names change Same love, same hate Same truth, same fate [Verse 2: Goretex] Yo it started back in apartment buildings Poverty stricken, Mom's was sick but I still smelled the love from the kitchen Drugs in the hall, coalition, no pots to piss in My pops never gave a f** if I ate or if I die in prison Survival's iffy, the city's gritty is in me Turn ya soap into fifties, burning coke like gypsies Frozen in time, a cold shoulder hope on the block I told you to stop, I feel like I was chosen to rock Grandpops he caught a heart attack watching the news God forgive a motherf**er now for stopping my food I'm watching these dudes spit it out obnoxious and rude Hunt the green down, scarf it down, mafia food It's all Pelles, veal paw feeding their bellies Smoking wet blunts 'til we pa** out and repeat the medley Emotionless blade to the wrist I'ma cease to exist For all my motherf**ers dead yall could breathe through this [Chorus] [Verse 3: Sabac Red] I felt pain as a youth growing up in the hood On the train by the booth kids got stuck for they goods Spray painted sneakers, we took their chains and beepers A bad a** in math cla** I had to change teachers Feeling ruthless, useless like bulletproof caskets A loose ba*tard watching M.A.S.H and Dukes of Hazzard Spastic like the son of Sam with a gun in hand Ain't funny man, I got high and did the running man, wiggin' out Never had to ? em out, I was the silent type Living long days and violent nights My hood was filled with murderers, drug dealers and burglars Cold k**ers with burners kid, you ride up where the nurses live If you ain't play your cards right or spar right You got laid up in a bed seeing God's light I lived the hard life, lootin' boostin' timbs and gear Cause I didn't care, I ain't have food inside the Frigidaire [Chorus]