文本歌词

Keep Walking - Gigantic/Macklemore/Xperience
Still trying to figure out
What I find comfortin'
And who's gonna take account
For all this sufferin'
It's not always gloomy
I'm assuming if you sing too
It might give me the power to wake up again
Let's be honest it's kind of
Hard to find beauty here
A cobweb of a long leg
Solace it would appear
Solid Mr blockhead with a wooden spirit
Tell the doctor we're all dead
And it's looking serious
I've been at shows where
The acted like they couldn't hear it
So I substituted my saliva for truth serum
This crooked look is piercing
It could burn a hole through you
I see through your two-faced ways
Despite the both of you
Askin' for a penny in a mechanical city
Black phantom of the back alleys
Poet of the square smokers
Rappin' filthy where
The animals with guilty pasts
Ration out their fat yellow bellies
Or the share holders
Damn it's cold here
Will the people start dancing
When the smoke clears
I need a reason to keep walkin'
Day dreamin' of the evil in my walkman
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
And keep walkin'
Vanish through the alleyways ghosts
Past the green room
And have drink tickets to the point
Where I can't perceive truth
If god is in the building
Then I can't see you
Even if they put their
Hands up in the air
That won't redeem you shows
It's the place where they start fables
They spend money on jack
And coke but are flat broke
When they hit the merch table
Now we hand out for the wolves
And the people that are hungry
And won't sacrifice records
To get some cheddar
With their lunch meat
I just pray for that some day
But around here we get more rain
Then we ever get a sun break
It's never enough to get something
And I wish I could say
That I was humble enough
To be blessed at some king
But it feels like hip hop's dead
I don't know who killed it
The poison in the pen or in the
Heads of who built it
If I don't know the ledge
How can I expect that the children
Won't jump to their death
When they question what real is
The air is cold here
Will the people start dancing
When the smoke clears
I promise that I'll leap first
Just a starving artist surviving
Off eating my words
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Keep walkin'