SHIT’S CREEK FT/ S.O.S. (aDISON & CONCRETE)


THUN

VERSE 1

I’m up shits creek without a paddle
I Need to get it together and climb back on that saddle
Been through hell and back with a weak bladder
Its time to man up and skedaddle get the fuck on
Nothing seems to matter my life is scattered
Like shattered dreams in a glass house bursting at the seams
This shit isn’t always what it seems it isn’t black and white
Ya need to fight for ya rights in order to make things right
Its like cold nights crack heads hover in the street life
Named brands, night watch banana men fucking with swatch
Time’s slipping away, while holding on to memories become a modern day slave
Make way, its time for revolution we need to get paid dead all the confusion
Stop selling illusions to the consumers who’s spreading the rumours
Bag’em up their a nuisance, hang em in halls from nooses
breaking our necks for respect
Working our asses off 40 some years for a broke check, losing our heads

CHORUS (SCRATCHES)

Stroll through the tunnels of death fighting the devil
Walking barefoot across peninsula’s freeing slaves and prisoners
In the mind is where I plant seeds
I be fighting for my people survival is self-esteem
Population control
Is nothing new under the sun
Presidential scandals everybody move
I was made by revolution to speak to the masses

D-SON

VERSE 2

Empty bottles of beer drug needles where I creep at
I’m dwelling in a place where the heart of the beast at
I find myself lost in a weed bag
Much to high to get out so yo my nigga where the weed at
I need that, rough drugs all in my veins
So I forget bad memories struggles and pain
All they see the same, who’s to blame
Some never see the sunshine after the rain

CONCRETE

VERSE 3

Behind enemy lines we
Try to survive now
Open your eyes and
Discover the truth yeah
Psychological warfare
Pressing ya fear factor
Voices in ya head saying
We coming to get ya
Society outcasts study the past
Till we free at last hold on to ya pants
Follow ya path
Till my last breath I will fight for the cause
I win some pour some for the ones we lost

CHORUS (SCRATCHES)

Stroll through the tunnels of death fighting the devil
Walking barefoot across peninsula’s freeing slaves and prisoners
In the mind is where I plant seeds
I be fighting for my people survival is self-esteem
Population control
Is nothing new under the sun
Presidential scandals everybody move
I was made by revolution to speak to the masses

TYRONE

VERSE 4

I lift my glass toast and drink for world peace
Preach against better judgement can one have dreams
Cannons and bombs seize
I see human beings in a primitive state
Were all children of men living in caves
And being chased by carnivores in the forest
Being afraid and dropped more than a 100 levels down the food chain
Shit ain’t gon change but I too have a dream
Does that mean they gon kill me for what I have foreseen
Even sunbeams kill, it used to be chickenpox
Sun block does squat when a hydrogen bomb drops
It’s a man made mistake, is man a mistake of god
Can you look past ya life and what ya got and what not
And to me god in simple terms is just nature
To each his own power, a gift from the creator