Текст песни Nonchalant - 5 O`Clock (BLAK Productions Remix)
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(intro)Where you at? Where you at?... YeahNow where you at, where you at? (x4)(chorus)It`s really real, the way I`m feelin` right nowAt 5 o`clock in the mornin-aThe crack of dawn-in-a (x4)(verse 1)It`s really real, when I feel the way that I do right nowI see all my brothers undergroundPushing up daisies, man, it amazes meThat you can`t see where you gonna beA statistic, everybody`s gon` call ballisticIf you had a good day, damn, I must have missed itCause you mad at the Universe, going to hell with everybody elseCause you want your own firstI got the urge to let you in on a little secretCause you keep dying if I keep itAll the killing that you`re feeling is from withinFor the copper check the color of your skinWhy lie? I couldn`t try even if I had toBorn with the bullet-proof vest when I had youA black woman trying to get through to the fewSo you can live the next crew(chorus)(verse 2)Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you`re headingThe last few years I watched while you were sheadingPounds and pounds on growth for the populationSoon we won`t be able to have a strong black nationA shooting here, a stab there will it ever stopCause now you`re dying from the dose of the crack rockI`m just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strongAnd try to press onIt`s not white man`s finger on the triggerCar-jacks, drive-by`s, callin` each other "nigga"I`m not here to scold but rather shape n` moldA young black mind that won`t live to grow oldCause you`re fronting smoking on the blunt andDown with your friends cause you think you`re making ends, but you`re notAnd it`s the truth of the matterYour brother gettin` skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter(chorus)(verse 3)It ain`t no lie, I`m sick and tired, I feel the fireSo baby can you grab my hand so I can take you higherCoz I`ve seen you sinkin`. so get your mind to thinkin`But all of that shit you did has got you shrinkin` lowThe moves that you made, got your faith in the wrong directionBut some love and affection would change thatWith the quick-mix, could this sicknessIs spreadin` so damn fast, a black major can`t lastBut what can I do, a strong black womanGive you loving and affection keep you focused when you come inCause it`s real, I`ve got to find out how you feelTo keep your shit fixed, and your hands up on the ceil` (yeah yeah)(chorus)Now where you at?Now are you a criminal? (repeat)A where you at, where you at? (x4)(chorus)