Bridge Over Trap Waters
Lord, my eyes blurry gettin' tired
Tired of seein' corners littered with shell casings
Murals on markets all tagged up
Shit, what kinda' kids are we out here raisin'
Kids gettin' killed in they prime
Look, at this life that they wastin'
Echoes of sirens in my sick head
What kinda' demons is my soul chasin'
I'm stairin' outta barred project windows
What kinda' future am I really facing
Dark reflections downtown Broadway
The glowing pipes of fiends freebasing
LA melting pot, fucked up colors
Tattooed faces and gangbangin'
Graffiti kill-codes scrawled in spray-paint
These grimy streets of failed immigration
Photos of my classmates not on Facebook
But on wanted signs in police stations
Man, it seems like we all out here
Living some kind of Californication
Main boulevards run north and south
Like gashes down Hellraiser's face
Avenues like they slashed with razors
What a really fucked up evil place
The streets of LA form a crucifix
That's where the sewers rot with human waste
Canals purge inner-city blood
Try to get rid of the pain and the disgrace
Saltwater sludge from the beach
Grime that collects in the drains
Is there any mercy out here for us, oh Lord
Please take away all of the pain
Dear Lord, will I ever reach 21
Before I ever reach heaven
Will I make it out this ghetto
Before I see a fuckin' 187
Deadly summer nights, oh Lord
Homicides and fuckin Mac 11s
Flickering ghetto streetlights
Electric chair confessions
They told me that these white bricks
Were my only bridge over trap waters
But there's gotta' be a better way, oh Lord
So, I keep prayin' for our sons and daughters
They told me that these white bricks
Were my only bridge over trap waters
But there's gotta be a better way, oh Lord
So, I keep prayin' for our sons and daughters
Tired of seein' corners littered with shell casings
Murals on markets all tagged up
Shit, what kinda' kids are we out here raisin'
Kids gettin' killed in they prime
Look, at this life that they wastin'
Echoes of sirens in my sick head
What kinda' demons is my soul chasin'
I'm stairin' outta barred project windows
What kinda' future am I really facing
Dark reflections downtown Broadway
The glowing pipes of fiends freebasing
LA melting pot, fucked up colors
Tattooed faces and gangbangin'
Graffiti kill-codes scrawled in spray-paint
These grimy streets of failed immigration
Photos of my classmates not on Facebook
But on wanted signs in police stations
Man, it seems like we all out here
Living some kind of Californication
Main boulevards run north and south
Like gashes down Hellraiser's face
Avenues like they slashed with razors
What a really fucked up evil place
The streets of LA form a crucifix
That's where the sewers rot with human waste
Canals purge inner-city blood
Try to get rid of the pain and the disgrace
Saltwater sludge from the beach
Grime that collects in the drains
Is there any mercy out here for us, oh Lord
Please take away all of the pain
Dear Lord, will I ever reach 21
Before I ever reach heaven
Will I make it out this ghetto
Before I see a fuckin' 187
Deadly summer nights, oh Lord
Homicides and fuckin Mac 11s
Flickering ghetto streetlights
Electric chair confessions
They told me that these white bricks
Were my only bridge over trap waters
But there's gotta' be a better way, oh Lord
So, I keep prayin' for our sons and daughters
They told me that these white bricks
Were my only bridge over trap waters
But there's gotta be a better way, oh Lord
So, I keep prayin' for our sons and daughters
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Writer(s): Mark Williams
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