The Wall

Oh, when we're born now we're all born angels
but some of us are strangled by umbilical cables
Yeah some of us get so heavy we're not even able
What I see on tv, I was blessed by my cradle
Even tho this is low, lyrically this is bo, as I drift through the sky with the ravens and the crows
Just want to get my point across to anyone about to cross, the pearly gates await their face, shifting keys, shifiting crates
Mister Who ain't trying to be preacher,
try to spit my lyrics and maybe they'll reach ya'
Kinda' like the blues but I use a computer,
kinda' like the news, but with bass and a booster
Get up in the morning I don't hear no rooster,
the sirens, the headlines say, he's gonna' shoot her
Sorry if you want the melody cuter,
but if your listening your hearin' the future.

Through lightning and rain, break down the walls and unlock these chains
I am the only one, everybody raise your hands to the sun.
Although we don't know why, most have been trying to touch that sky
Somebody left too soon, don't leave me now, move high like a baloon.

Shark attack, kids with gas, made that lady have heart attack
Don't need a film, just screen the facts, as least as (???) hard (???) Mars attacks
Kid get lippy the feddy said don't move
London city keep it witty then cruise
Well look at the facts I've sold my track, crowds of birds that fly like bats
MC's shout, DJ's scratch my tracks
Blood's too sticky and it stains my shoes,
Brixton hippie in my face I said move

Oh, when we're born now we're all born angels
but some of us are strangled by umbilical cables
Yeah some of us get so heavy we're not even able
What I see on tv, I was blessed by my cradle
Even tho this is low, lyrically this is bo, as I drift through the sky with the ravens and the crows
Just want to get my point across to anyone about to cross, the pearly gates await their face, shifting keys, shifiting crates
Mister Who ain't trying to be preacher,
try to spit my lyrics and maybe they'll reach ya'
Kinda' like the blues but I use a computer,
kinda' like the news, but with bass and a booster
Get up in the morning I don't hear no rooster,
the sirens, the headlines say, he's gonna' shoot her
Sorry if you want the melody cuter,
but if your listening your hearin' the future.