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four walls - shivam lyrics

[intro: nina simone]
but i’m just a soul whose intentions are good
oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

[pre verse 1: kalenda + shivam]

ayo is it the money or the power that you want?
yo, i want it all

[verse 1: kalenda]

fresh out of work, i have a cravin’ for the chronic
late to the game but, my sh*t got hoes besotted
tie around my collar, i’m here to drop the knowledge
the brick laying hustle of a dropout from college
but i can spit confucius, my bars are metamucil
if i sh*t in ya shordy’s mouth
my stools will give her a gold tooth
the only thing that’s scarin’ me, these four walls apparently
keep me paused and withdrawn, it’s ill to my health
what’s scarier than dyin’, is dyin’ before the wealth
yet i’m here to premier with my n*ggas
we on the come up, tokin’ and passin’
spittin’ bars until the sun’s up (run up)
i don’t know if you, n*ggas got the sauce
i’m spittin’ holy fire, i’m jehova on the cross
i’m aimin’ at the rappers, that ain’t hearing us, ain’t feeling us
i’m sicker than sickle cell anemia
you n*ggas not immune, i’m a wave of leukemia

[chorus: kalenda]

stuck in four walls, got the riches
in my dreams, money isn’t happiness
on god, i’m still a fiend
stuck in four walls, got the riches
in my dreams, money isn’t happiness
on god, i’m still a fiend

[pre verse 2: jorge + shivam]

ima piece o’ sh*t?
you’re a piece o’ sh*t
why am i a piece o’ sh*t, jorge?
you’re a f*ckin’ piece o’ sh*t
why am i a piece o’ sh*t?
because you’re a f*ckin’ indian
you don’t know the f*ckin’ canadian culture man

[verse 2: shivam]

while i was goin’ up the elevator
a lady across me made me wonder
standin’ there ‘n’ noone carin’ for her
could barely walk, starin’ out the window
onto the streets, holdin’ some change she had in a shoe
passersby laughin’ inside, walkin’ by, gave her gawkin’ eyes
a fella stood there by the post aside
nodded my way, was an awkward sight
lady strolled outside, tried to cross the road
thought maybe she finally got a home, that must work
let’s run back some revisions, her strut had some hurt
she carried some battles she had, that were falsified
concealin’ sh*t, but seemingly she kept composure tough suppressin’ stuff that was on her mind
wanted to call it a night, oh my curiosity got the better o’ me
d*mn neurons bailed the worst possible moment there could be
bear with me, i saw a ring on her, had a limp walk but
she was married to the street, very discreetly
walked up to her, forced nuff guts, got b*lls to muster up
some carefully chosen up words
i said, “how’s your day?” she said, “mine’s okay
want a gram o’ cocaine?”, i said “nah im good thanks”
she returned the doomed stare as i stood there, t’was blank
“oh this must be a prank ah”, i said to myself
“where’s that candid camera?”
there has to be some catch then
a man with a bag headed her direction
i thought maybe that must be her son
trustin’ my gut, i looked away, there was an old church
a dust fan blew up in the vicinity, moment just froze up
all this hazed up scenary, see i was dreamin’ it, beseechin’ thee
a holy pinch got me up, sh*t i’d never prolly admit
woke me up to these four walls
contemplatin’ sh*t, how it went all wrong
set off on a journey, not too long ago
astronomically f*cked it all up, sh*t kinda comical
people f*ck me up then look at me, say “it’s all your fault”
time to walk them old haunts, face myself, resurface me
find some strong motivation to go on, ‘fore i fall off
hold up, maybe the lady was my poor mother
disguised as homeless woman, so i wouldn’t hurt her
but im only human, but she walks on water
never gave it a thought so her son never got to her
that bag never found her ‘n’ he never returned from toronto
let the curtains fall ‘n’ turn the sound off
got kalenda to violate ya’ll, while my ass went autopilot
on this track, this f*cker went chris tucker on you limp f*ckers, crush half ya’*** see i can squeeze these bars
in these songs, get there before you
when i floor it in the booth, durin’ the rush hour
get in after i kick the door hinge loose
feed porridge to you wh0res ‘n’ it’ll be with some orange juice (kalenda go in dude)

[chorus: kalenda]
stuck in four walls, got the riches
in my dreams, money isn’t happiness
on god, i’m still a fiend
stuck in four walls, got the riches
in my dreams, money isn’t happiness
on god, i’m still a fiend
stuck in four walls, got the riches
in my dreams, money isn’t happiness
on god, i’m still a fiend
stuck in four walls, got the riches
in my dreams, money isn’t happiness
on god, i’m still a fiend

- shivam lyrics

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