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Wise English Read Deaf by N Sane & Dub DeVille
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Don't you want to be free? Order of Spit: N Sane, Dub DeVille Beat = Tears by Devize
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #13,620
Peak in subgenre #2,035
Author
N Sane & Dub DeVille
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August 14, 2004
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(N Sane) I so closely resemble a ghostly assemble Of my father, my bodies a hosting a tremble I'll be a martyr just to prove a simple point Been workin harder, but sometimes still feel like a little boy Restrictions holdin me back from controlling these acts My body dies and I watch my soul solely collapse My mother was beholding the facts, told me she lacks me as a son But for her I'll break my back, stand on one knee, and face up Although I don't show always show it, she should always know it I scream out til I fall on my face, I'm a hallway poet I am the faith of the atheists, the decision of the choiceless The taste of the tasteless, the language of the voiceless I'm what the blind see and what the deaf hear I'm not what your mind forms me to be, I am what the bravest fear But gaze into my eyes, they'll amaze you wit a surprise I am not angry, not mad, not evil, not bad What you'll see is smartness lighted with darkness Kind of like intelligence laced with the devil's scent (Chorus) What you thought you never thought you would see I bet you thought you never thought you would be Don't you want to? Don't you want to be free? (Dub DeVille) I seen street poets choking on their pride They try to hold it close by holding it inside Not how you spoke your words but how your voice was heard Not how you sold your worth but how your soul was earned You tryna catch the bus or working this corner? "Ain't tryna catch a fuss lil daddy, I ain't ya' daughter" See how quick you go from angel to hotel Though innocence is a fable, Mother Goose runs this bordello It's sick, twisted, stealing candy from a baby Only sweetest sugar raised in robbing cradles Cradle me to plead the trigger's slavery To slave for me night and day to fill the grave for me So I can dig it up and wake my pain that sleeps Rest in peace just to say the least Stitch these cuts and fix me up so I can stay a fiend Lable me 'cause that's the only way my pay is clean You say I'm different but you all look the same to me I'm seeing faces but the names we say them racially Our blood is blue but it's the red that we hate to bleed Aim to please religion, it's division that we came to be Hold my hand and take a leap of faith you wanna pray for me
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