Tracks
Back Against The Wall
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaos, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sports, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Back Against The Wall
BACK AGAINST THE WALL
Chorus
Propaganda make my heart beat faster
Running and gunnin im done in with the same life
Son caught between a rock and the game
Harder than I am one man comin with the same plan
Hot damn broke down folks say god bless ya then stress
Ya distress ya confess that my chest is distressed I cant breathe
Seize upon my need to escape the same fate
Maybe money mention heavy debted did I said it
Yes I must because I thrust myself and let it out quick
Sand in which I stand a situation Benjamin chasing facing one year up to life
Mental trigger picture bigger things than hustling and strife
Up against the ropes dope dealer nope
Rock another boat three situations got me chasing
On probation failing falling finally fed up sick cycle in the cut
Got this feeling in my gut that im stuck land of the free
Cant disagree but somes trapped got to find my way
Now its 3 am in the morning theres a warning bell ringing in my head said im sick of doing stick ups but im dead if my man cant make it
Take it underground and wait
Chorus
Heavy cats in undercover caps and all I wanna do is relax
And vibe ou kick hard like the bass and sharp like the flip
Recapitulation takes discipline participating such such
Mentally tough aint afraid of enough june gloom boom boom
Sunny disguised money in the symphony
Fool im strength and smoke whispers and solidity
Random destiny strewn street thoughts beat me in punches
Im possibly a mystery life is complicated sometimes
I sedate it I waited too long now im gone
Unless I bust these hustles and its on gotta use some muscle
And I gotta live long song of the ancients in my blood strong
Now I make my move prove that im righteous fight this feeling
Til im wheeling im gone hunches past assumptions
Amd im done with frontin kid visions of apocalypse burst
From the lips of misfits I have risen and arosen
The last amongst the chosen feel as if im frozen
Stuck against the bricks backed up and im sick of feeling
Dismissed yes even by my misses now the list as long
As history gotta make a monument of flow
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