Joe L. Da Vessel & Melodic: Music and Lyrics

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Gotta Get Out
Romans 12:2

Lyrics Written By : Joeseph Holt
Produced By : D.A.A.S. Whats Up Entertainment

Drums, Bass– Dale Mitchell
Keyboards, Bass – Andre Ferguson

Verse I:
Ghetto villages is where we from, some people call ‘em slums, others say projects where we survive at it’s nothin’ nice.
Full of rats roaches and lice; chicken wings and mumbo sauce with rice every night.
The menu rarely changes, the daily operation rearranges, never candy only money from strangers.
Sit back, listen while I kick facts and reminisce back on how we used to get stacks and stacks – of money;
And wrap it up in rubber bands. My man Stan caught a number for servin’ an undercover man.
So the saying goes that it’s all lovely, for real it’s all ugly; a pack of lions and we’re all hungry.
Pay attention and you can hear us roar. Predators searching for pray without the slightest regard for the law.
And in this land of carnivours, we gotta stay ready for sure ‘cause bamas is known for startin’ wars.

Chorus:
We Gotta Get Out
Spread ya’ wings, fly away take a trip to a brighter day, figure it out, what it’s about, no fear no doubt we gotta get out.

Verse II:
I gotta get out, from the stress that I’m livin’ under. At times I wonder how I survive in this concrete jungle.
Lightnin’ and thunder another life plunders another soul goes asunder but ah – somehow someway;
I keep comin’ up with rhyme schemes and dreams that could take me away from the crime scenes and screams and I pray everyday so I know that God hears me.
I walk the blocks and my soldiers march with me. I see the cops man I know they wan’ get me –
But I ain’t doin’ nothin’ in fact but just maintainin’ tryin’ ta’ get by you see the gleam deep inside of my eye.
And it’s the same frame of mind with my guys. ‘Cause we’re on the same wavelength; we stomp on the same pavement.
My brothers from the cradle to the grave man. Mentally tryin’ ta’ escape the same slave ship we gotta get out!

Chorus:
We Gotta Get Out
Spread ya’ wings, fly away take a trip to a brighter day, figure it out, what it’s about, no fear no doubt we gotta get out.


Verse III:
It goes on and on, from the earth’s dawn, this is for those who thought Big Shank was gone.
Nah man I’m back again but the name has changed, I see the game still the same but the aims have changed
I was after the dough and was seeking without patience. Now I’m wide awake and I’m reachin’ for salvation.
Y’all wasn’t listenin’ now you’re about facin’ because we’re on the pathway to the last day.
And I’ma do it all the way not just halfway; me plus the Most High equal the track blazed.
This is for those who didn’t know the flow was sick; all those who thought that Long Dough was it; anybody who thought this fella would quit.
Well the answer to those is n to the izzo (no), o to the ficial (official) – God to the cizzore (core), if you ain’t get the record man catch me on tizzore (tour).

Chorus:
We Gotta Get Out
Spread ya’ wings, fly away take a trip to a brighter day, figure it out, what it’s about, no fear no doubt we gotta get out.