Tonart: A major
Verse 1
Ab
G
This is DSB reporting
from the heart of the Bay Area,
where the gap between
the rich and the poor
seems to be widening at
an alarming rate.
Homicides are on the rise,
and the number of people living in poverty
is at an all -time high.
It's called working poverty,
yet the people continue to press on.
And now this special bulletin.
Newsflash, the editorial
for the chronicles of a ghost town
Ab
with a notepad and an odd
G
Some barriers get broke down
when a closed caption's vocal fashion
Ain't no picture flashing at the scene of
Ab
G
the song I peep until it's gone
Street Journalism
See I report the scene,
contort the dream and beam the truth
Then cram in my diversified word
to curb the root group
Ab
With a burden proof that acting tactic,
G
never miss the deadline
I'm a street journalist,
I burn the system with my headline
And said rhyme, refine, no editor,
I'm only mine
Reporting live on the bottom line,
I've amplified the times
With my eye on the media,
subliminally feeding it
Defeating all cause
Ab
and beating all laws with hearsay
G
And in a weird way I feared that,
almost got me beat
But like a missile that don't fizzle off,
it will always bring that heat
And that edge, that dialect,
herald from the ledge
The voice of countless
others that utters,
we must be fed
Ab
Reiterate what's said,
With the soldiers for Mumia,
with no fear when we call it
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Ab
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
G
For the chronicles of a ghost
Reporting poverty and lies,
draws my all to rise
My life sized by standards too broad
To count upon, I was spawned,
son of the dawning
But alarming changes come,
we've maintained it some
Ab
Schooled dumb and numb, sentimentally
G
We were simply at a standstill,
vibe lines are dying
Ab
Making mountains into anthills,
someone's crying
Ab
Testing man's will with distention,
distilled in the chill
With a slight twist,
G
despised the morning mist
Seen a street dweller's fist in his eyes,
asking why
Ab
Watching pestilence rise,
G
till it baptize the sky
Ab
That mystic pause, now a cheesecake,
Rages and lies,
Ab
G
have no ties in my path
The sultan rides on a stride by the good foot
Ab
To put perspectives aside, slide proud
G
Think aloud, doubt, doubt this,
medicate my brain
With a meditated way,
this account is up today
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Newsflash, the editorial,
street journalism
Newsflash, the editorial,
street journalism
Newsflash, the editorial, street journalism
For the chronicles of a ghost town
Ab
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
don't think you can count on it.
G
Ab
G
Ab
That's solid.
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
You
Wie hat dir der Song gefallen?
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteG Ab
Mehr Songs von L*Roneous
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
Ähnliche Songs
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
4.7
Beliebte Akkorde weltweit
Meistgespielte Akkorde & Tabs aller Nutzer
Neu hinzugefügt
Kürzlich hinzugefügte Akkorde & Tabs