The Regiment - Gray Level lyrics

Welcome to the team, hand broke the heel The Hollywood lights, Murphy ain't real Just the posh behind us steal poverty The system broke us all, behold The metaphor of the system as a whole Trapped in the old of prison Call me the a**istant, smile when you visit But enter at your own risk 'Cause slugs hit harder than your fist Make the fist unclench, throw it over here 'Cause slap still is 'like return serves at the Wimbledon It's the feeling in the mindset, timeless, minutes that we wasted' Yeah, we tired of the same old Excuses take us back the direction we came from Black or white ain't the color of the game The future of our world's in the grays sponsored links Yeah, we tired of the same old Excuses take us back the direction we came from Black or white ain't the color of the game The future of our world's in the grays No big apple, just rotten to the core Yes, we still riding for a cause No brotherly love' Don't call it writing for applause, but applaud, hold up Now take a second, wait, now grab the iron pawn, let's get it straight It's 2013'and the city minorities ain't got what it takes Check the demographics in the MA, tragic Ku Klux Klan spinning, howls, black and brown 'on the south west side and the polish culture Residing'with the Asian population What remains is either Arabic or Caucasian Yeah, we tired of the same old Excuses take us back the direction we came from Black or white ain't the color of the game The future of our world's in the grays Yeah, we tired of the same old Excuses take us back the direction we came from Black or white ain't the color of the game The future of our world's in the grays Unemployed, paranoid, we avoid the truth for satisfaction and fun 'and low guns focus street lights in slums and grapple for crumbs Intent to sell it, plan to make a million, praying this ticket the winner No soft for the winner, just lotto and liquor On the corner staring at the side flicker Greedy weed, bullet proof when you inner It's the mix paradox, no detox or flavor But we good, feeling loose, rolling down the street Sipping on some gin and juice, debating That we starve or ride for a hobby, resume, suit and tie in the lobby' Yeah, we tired of the same old Excuses take us back the direction we came from Black or white ain't the color of the game The future of our world's in the grays Yeah, we tired of the same old Excuses take us back the direction we came from Black or white ain't the color of the game The future of our world's in the grays