Flatlands
by Billy Woods
From the album: Today, I Wrote Nothing
Track 3 of 24 on Today, I Wrote Nothing (2015).
Duration: 1:21
Lyrics for Flatlands
Camera roll through stone-cold chokehold, the bell toll In the ground you go Yellow summons by the headstone Mourners head home through dead zone, put money on the phone Brothers on the steps throwing bones Chipping stones, cheeks wet, snake eyes, shots fly, just a heat check 12 drive by, natives throw hex, mumble threats Flee back to Teaneck Kissed his kids as they slept, niggas got arms like T. rex Monstrosities abound in this town, where evil laughs and capers Hear a cop got shot, say good, go home, think on that later Parked outside the house, Negroes scared to go out (go out, go out, go out) Sittin' in front the crib, neighbors scared to come in (What that like?) Parked outside the house, Negroes scared to go out (go out, go out, go out) Sittin' in front the crib, neighbors scared to come in (neighbors scared to come in) Parked outside the house, Negroes scared to go out (go out, go out, go out) Sittin' in front the crib, neighbors scared to come in (What that like?) Parked outside the house, Negroes scared to go out (go out, go out, go out) Sittin' in front the crib, niggas scared to come in