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People Under The Stairs Other

t forget our elders [Talib Kweli] I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to

ve nailed shut the windows and I've locked the doors There is no escape, you see And I chase you up and down the stairs Where under tables and over chairs

through New York City Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun Stapleton is where I'm from And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (

care (hey you up there) I'm losin' my hair (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm losin' my hair, I'm losin' my hair But I know a lot of other people out there are losin

then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones And bring the little girl, who people knew as

skin when we bring it there My facial expression said I didn't care Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared, Sitting on stairs

then I got a call from Pete slash Blinky Jones He said to meet him down a Donny's House of Pork and Bones And bring the little girl, who people knew as

creeping to nowhere This is a nightmare Drag yourself Through deserted streets Under a dusty Sun Trying empty burrows, flats, stores One by one Youre brothers, your friends All the others

And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank, well uh She moved across town and never came back Until the other day, I seen her at the