Story Behind the Song
This , another project from nutwell acres, is the first in a series informally known as 'farm jazz'. I listed it as hip hop but you be the judge.
Lyrics
THIN LINE daren snapp / randall pharr © 2000
I’ve got these questions flooding my mind
Confusion playing in seven eight time
This vice-like grip pulling me left and right
I’m walking on a thin line
I’m walking on a thin line
It’s yo like that, black, all the way back
Another brother with his mind in the trap
I got no way to find my way
I’m stuck in the muck in the purple haze
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 all the doggies go to heaven
There’s nowhere on this earth to run
Another slap daddy to swallow the gun
I’ve got these questions burning my mind
Steel cage bars got me locked up inside
The hand that led me has fallen behind
I’m walking on a thin line
I’m walking on a thin line
It’s yo like that black all the way back
The same brother with his mind in the trap
Got no way to find my way
Still stuck in the muck in the purple haze
7,6,5,4,3,2,1 kick the doggie and he’s sure to run
There’s nothing left for me to wonder
Another brother now six feet under
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