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Promise Of Redemption - These Walls Dont Lie Lyrics

These Walls Don't Lie Song Lyrics
These Walls Don't Lie by Promise Of Redemption A-1-2, A-1-2
But you don't stop
Then let the short shot
Production: DJ Large
And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)
For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)
Goes a little something like this:
It was the last days of summer
Sun shinin' through the window
Life movin' real slow
You know how things go
His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)
From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo
The graffyouth from the grassroots
He came from Sweden too
Felt proud when he played
His new friends the latest tunes
Check this sh*t out man
That he had to download
Cause his local recordstore
Was on the other side of the globe
They didn't carry the stuff
But he felt it was okay to do
He spread the Troop's message
All the way to Australia, dude
And man that couldn't be wrong
When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
Were his f**kin' theme songs
In the headphones those nights
He spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush
When he entered the lay up, singin...
Bada papa papa...
You know graffiti won't die, die
No, it won't, aha
Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha
He said, to those DVSG's
And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
Mimicking the king
With the ruler's manners
Fresh dressed
In his newest shoes and flannels
Then began lettin' on
With the loosest cannons
Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just a gruesome scandal
Erasin' all signs of life
Callin the youth some vandals
They can't handle the truth
So this is how the truth is handled
Deep into the music and his art
Man, his true love
Didn't even notice when the train pulled up
Before the bloodstains faded
On the engine cooler
The very same train
Hit another writer: Olaf
On a different continental: Europe
But then they came to the same place,
That I'm sure of
In this world people always
Looked upon them as a terror
But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...
Bada papa papa...
(aha, aha)
Graffiti writers won't die, die, no
(I'm telling you)
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
(They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this song, song
To those gone
Your memory live on(live on)
Bridge:
I know a lot of people
Including myself get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though
A lot of people including myself
Get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though
A lot changed from
The days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today
Lost like a freakin' tourist
And I don't claim to know much
All I really know is
We were 17 once
Actin' like we were immortals
Fearin' no evil
People said we had no morals
That's fine, their corrupt world
It really wasn't for us
We just laughed at the bullsh*t names
That they called us
Hated us, we hated them
And both sides found out what a war is
We were winning in the beginning
Then found out bout the horrors
Don't get me wrong my lover
Hundred percent, no less
Peace to my people
We grow with the knowledge
I bite on death same time
I'm playin' hardish to catch
From South Africa
Writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France
And Germany, up north
Still the same rapper tellin'
Cops to f**k off
And all my writers:
Survive! This my love song to y'all
Bada papa papa...
You know graffiti won't die, die, no
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
To all my people world wide, wide, yo'
All my writers survive