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THE CHORUS:
I go in search of Shangri-La but now I'm trapped in a cage
And now I'm cursin' at the top of my lungs in maximum rage
I have no patience, it's frustration that's got me lost and enraged
Now someone save me or I'd maybe just go nuts and insane
THE RAP VERSE:
I'm not that well, now someone tell me why I'm stuck in a valley
I'm not in the beaches of Hawaii nor the tropics nor Cali
My heart's just poundin', now I'm yellin': "WHY WON'T SOMEBODY HELP ME?!"
You can probably tell I'm not that wealthy without a laptop or celly
Yo I'm not clownin', dawg! I'm really lost in a desolate land
The sun is absent with thickenin' decks of clouds---not gettin' a tan!
And the thoughts of death are poppin' in and out again and again
I have trudged through rocks, I have trudged through grass, but now I'm steppin' on sand
And it's dreaded quicksand that I've stepped in and it's pullin' and pullin'
Now I think I'm more like a boat with holes, I'm sinkin' lower and lower
Is this livin' over when I sink this low? I'm thinkin' over and over!
But I stayed afloat, now my legs are pulled, so I think this torture is over
But for a moment as I walked away...the rains started comin'
And as I walked I felt the drops, I felt the rage of the thunder
Now I'm feelin' down, I'm feelin' bummed with all the pain I have suffered
And as I walk and walk I felt the rains and winds gettin' stronger
And as I'm walkin' now there's mist all of a sudden mixin' with rain
And within this brain the incessant pain I wanted to wish it away
But I'm gettin' rain, and I'm gettin' wind, and I'm gettin' mist, and it's grey
Gettin' cuts and scrapes, gettin' lots of bumps on this unforgivin' terrain
Couldn't see a thing with this mist and rain, I think I've entered a tunnel
As I trek through rocks, as I trek through mud, as I end up steppin' on puddles
Gotta get some grub, gotta get some shelter or I may just end up in trouble
As I trudge along in this windin' tunnel some thoughts began to unravel...
Yo it's been like hours but still I haven't seen the beam of a light
I haven't even eaten a freakin' meal or piece of a pie
No peas, no chives, no beef, no fries, yo what I'm eating is time
Now I see a light...a weak beam of light, but I'm just relieved it's in sight
As I reach the light I can see it's night but the fog has thickened a lot
As I dash towards the thickenin' fog I must admit that I'm lost
But I'm actually shocked that I've suddenly walked into a cage---damn I'm locked!
Now I cuss and cuss kickin' bars and yellin' just to raise a response...
(CHORUS x2)
~Willy K. (Double UK)
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