Black No Coke
Album: N/A
By: The Year of Leo
By: The Year of Leo
Duration
5:33
Genres
Description
written by a man, each verse about a different friend, an intimate assessment of their state. they found themselves living in Spanish Harlem, weaning themselves off of a mix of black and cola, preferring only the black. we lived life to the fullest, food, drink, and smoke for the mind; the city nothing more than an over-sized playground we saved nothing for tomorrow. verse 3 now a tribute to a great man: http://www.northjersey.com/bergen/070310_Boat_crash_victim_ was_set_to_wed_in_August.html
Lyrics
sunday night at the LAX my bags are packed and I'm breaking a sweat so many faces to forget I gotta do this I'm living life with no regrets watch the sun set for the last time a chill goes does my spine I can't stop thinking about her Is it really worth leaving behind this place is magical but haunting its where the kid in me can breath but the man in me is wanting to break through and be free you say im haunted by my demons but your expectancies have caused more sleepless nights then you could ever see would you love me if you knew me the person that I really was the city winds yea they embrace me ready or not here I come Black no coke, that's the anecdote Mr. Johnny Walker throw me a freakin rope I'm hanging off the edge I've got to stay grounded I wake up and my heads pounding we smash all night and wake up in the morning roll over your make-ups all worn in I couldn't leave you if I try anything else would be uncivilized summertime and the wind is blowing the sun beats down on me i'm not so sure where I be going but I just need to be free away from all of this confusion and the burden your placing on me i gotta break past this illusion stop feeding your drugs to me adventures right on the horizon but the fear just covers your eyes you'd rather be secure right in this place and watch the train go by I cant sit here any longer chasing this mystery I sense this feeling getting stronger gotta build my legacy this worlds a shot glass of adventure I can feel it hit the back of my throat its that familiar taste I know so well give me my black no coke Black no coke, that's the anecdote Mr. Johnny Walker throw me a freakin rope I'm hanging off the edge I've got to stay grounded I wake up and my heads pounding smash all night I wake up in the morning roll over your make-ups all worn in I couldn't leave you if I try anything else would be uncivilized my legs are tired and i'm breaking a sweat the journeys long so i'm pacing myself my heart is racing, adrenaline pumping another hurdle and i think I'll jump it the end is so close that I can taste it I dont even know why im still racing cause even when I cross that finish line and get the prize will it even be mine fatigue just sets in and im losing my steam im tired of chasing another mans dream my aspirations they take a back seat as you ride shotgun with your hand on the wheel but i wont cry let you drive on by fulfilling my dreams when your closing your eyes and when you finally awoke realized i had broken the yoke you look by the table next to the stove and see an empty bottle of black and a full bottle of coke Black no coke, that's the anecdote Mr. Johnny Walker throw me a freakin rope I'm hanging off the edge I've got to stay grounded I wake up and my heads pounding smash all night I wake up in the morning roll over your make-ups all worn in I couldn't leave you if I try anything else would be uncivilized
