Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
F
cause I'm close to the edge
Em
E
Am
F
I'm trying not to lose my head,
haha
Am
Nothing in my pockets
but an empty wallet
Am
Fuck you for anyone who doubts me
As I walk the streets
F
Armed with the faith that these boots will
Am
be enough to get me home in one piece
I exhale, breathe the air
F
Smoke trail got me thinking
Am
bout the reason I'm here
Cause I'm only 19 but my mind is old
Cold like the streets of the cross
where underage has
G
This ain't paradise, it's innocence lost
Am
Cold like the veins of the junkies
G
F
Dm
Cold like the hearts of those who take them
somebody died on my
block the other night
G
F
A life lost to a domestic fight
And that shit ain't right
Am
Now my picket fence don't look so white
G
F
I wonder what possesses
Am
G
a man to kill his wife
Am
And as if that wasn't enough,
G
we got these fuckin' poker ma chines
F
Dm
Suckin' the souls of our single moms,
Am
see I'm like Tim Friedman
I wish I could blow em up,
G
F
for all the futures that they ruined
G
and the homes they've broken up
Am
Now that's proof of a cold world,
F
they package an addiction
Gm
F
and they sell it as a game
Am
But anyway, times are exponential,
too body preferential
And though it's incremental,
day to day we makin' change
I am, still trying to make this stone bleed
G
F
In the city of late trains
Am
Where you rap, or you talk,
or you graph on the wall
You gotta make something
out of nothing at all
F
And yes, I built this house, I made a wrong
I watched it crumble,
Now shit is rotten to the core, what a pity
F
We don't want to be forgotten
So while we write our stories
Am
on the walls of our cities
I'd write them all for you if
I had the time
F
Your forty foot high letters,
Am
cause they're important
It's enough of a challenge,
hand it to mine
Take it one, take it a time
F
Am
Treading water and crossing borders
Next to me a baby's crying for his mum
as the ground's leaving
D
Am
Economy class with chaos all around me
But I don't even care,
Am
Frozen in a blank stare
with my headphones blaring like
Don't push me cause I'm
E
Am
I'm trying not to lose my head
Ha ha ha ha
Nothing in my pockets
but a boarding pass and a passport
G
F
Plus an I love you for the friends
guards me from the sickness
G
F
Like a pocket full of posy
Dm
as I walk with the wicked
Am
Talk with a quickness,
never let them catch up
F
They wouldn't play with you
the odds were stacked up
So you pack it up, move it town to town
F
Gotta study how the local village
Riding through the night
on a chute train
G
F
Having revelations about my place
in the food chain
Am
Looking out the window at the world
as I'm buying
G
F
Determined to do something
with my given time
G
Am
And to be gin with,
I'm a fitted and a rhyme
G
Am
Watch us learn as far
as one seed at a time
So shit, I spend my days hoping
But by the same token
We here to get our chains broken
and our names spoken
So this is my dot on the map
And I'ma make something
Make something work
Make something feel
Am
To make something real
Make something out of me
F
Make a friend out of you
Am
Then again make an enemy if need be
So just let me be
Let me rest
F
Am
Let me sleep
Let me wake
F
Am
Let me eat, let me grow, be at peace,
let your God down, let me close
F
Am
I'll let you see, let you know, let you near, draw you in,
F
Am
let you hear, show you things
Am
F
Said I'ma let you in
Am
Said I'ma let you in
Horror show 2009
F
Am
One time for your mind
F
Am
Said I'm gonna let you in
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
So here's us,
F
Am
on the raggedy edge
Don't push me,
F
C
Am
and I won't push you.
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