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letra de trapped - caleb steph

[intro]
uh
i’m trapped in a, uh
trapped in a box, uh
yeah, uh, uh

[chorus]
trapped in a box
four walls, no door
just a key and a lock, n-gg-
uh, uh, uh
and i can’t get away
i was set up to be stuck
see the tape on my socks, n-gg-
uh, uh, uh
and i hopped out the womb
like a mummy in the tomb
no room for me to move in this
uh, uh, uh
in this land of the free
or this h-ll on earth
see the devil in the street

[verse 1]
in the form of a man or a rock in a pot
12 years old, i was runnin’ from the cops
no hopscotch here, just a hand on the clock
tickin’ and tockin’, time runnin’ out, uh
bad lil’ n-gg-, ferris bueller in the cl-ss
skipped work to get work in the school of hard knocks, uh
black book bag, two straps in the sack
i ain’t talkin’ bout the straps on my back
’cause i always knew

[chorus]
i was trapped in a box
four walls, no door
just a key and a lock, n-gg-
uh, uh, uh
and i can’t get away
i was set up to be stuck
see the tape on my socks, n-gg-
uh, uh, uh
and i hopped out the womb
like a mummy in the tomb
no room for me to move in this
uh, uh, uh
in this land of the free
or this white man’s world
it’s the same d-mn thing, uh

[verse 2]
same old song that the fat lady sing, uh
need a new tune, uh, need a new groove, uh
dancin’ on these graves, i’ma need some new shoes, uh
dancin’ with the dead, gotta teach ’em new moves, uh
learned from the best, uh, learned from the tec’s
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no fouls gettin’ called by the refs, uh
talkin’ bout the nines, yeah, the nines and the vests
that they sellin’ to us cheap so the cops can arrest us
lock us all down and throw away the key
give us 25 to life for a quarter pound of breeze
take away our visitation and our right to make calls, uh
nothin’ but a memory, a scribble on the wall, uh
nothin’ but a memory, we living in the past
while the present ain’t the present ’cause the future never last, uh
history repeating, know you see it with your eyes
only difference now is we just chillin’, gettin’ high, ’cause we

[chorus]
trapped in a box
four walls, no door
just a key and a lock, n-gg-
uh, uh, uh
and we can’t get away
we was set up to be stuck
see the tape on our socks, n-gg-
uh, uh, uh
and we hopped out the womb
from the mummies in the tomb
used to rule everything, but
uh, uh, uh
now we all tryna just get by, aw yeah

- caleb steph

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