They say if these walls could talk sometimes I feel as if these
walls stalk
They’re constantly talking to me
Wall number three talks about felonies, lawyer fees, trial by juries calling
me number twenty that ain’t my name
Wall number four be buggin, he’s temperamental
talking about these fake thugs thuggin
you know the ones that talk louder than a mothafucka but
ain’t sayin nothing – yeah, that’s number four
Wall number one talks about my son and how I fell off
my feet, how I can’t feed Julius anything to eat, how our
father-son relationship suffers week to week
Then there’s wall number two he talks about you
he says you won’t last eventually you’ll be through
he told me the best way to deal with this is to get
rid of you
Damn these walls is a mutha’ they’re affecting all areas of my life
my son, my brother, my mother, my wife
Man, bump these walls—they’re trying to take over, trying to tell me
it’s over
Man, forget these walls—I’ve fought but they’re still in my thoughts
Man, fuck these walls—they told me I can’t go home they said
it’s all going to be gone
Man, I’m just trippin’—they just walls
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