Pipe Dreams Lyrics

Ill Literature is the third release from the south-west based hip hop crew known as The Scribes. The album features The Scribes usual members but has also had a number of outside associates help out on certain tracks, this has brought in a range of different influences and styles resulting in what has to be one of the best albums this year.

The album features a total of 10 tracks, each of these tracks have been perfected; each with their individual style, range of influences and great variety of subject matter. Shaun Amos delivers heartfelt poetry on every track over some seriously dope beats mixed with some guitar licks and some scratching by Lacey. Normally we would highlight some of our favourite tracks off the album but it's near impossible to do, check out their tracks below accompanied with the lyrics!

Pipe Dreams Lyrics

Year of Release: 2012

Verse 1

He sits and stares as his dad lights/
Up on the crack pipe/
While Dad goes under he wonders what that's like/
And how come his Dad likes that more than real life/
They say at school he don't act right/
Reacts with violence 'cause that's what his Dad's like/
Hides in silence finds guidance from bad types/
He's losing his damn mind/ He's losing his damn mind/
Each packed pipe his Dad lights he's left so low/
He stays out escapes out till he goes home/
His Dad's high and asks why he's late home broke/
The kid's face with one blow to his nose bone/
Bites his tongue far too young now to fight back/
While he cleans up Dad goes out to buy crack/
Dad gets back says he's sorry their life's crap/
But there's a cure in this pipe son try that/

Hook

I'm sick and tired, beat up and down/
I strike out to fight the cold/
I'm split and wired, day in day out/
A lighthouse within my soul/
I'm sick and tired of struggling to breath/
And these crack pipe dreams won't set me free/

Verse 2

He sits and stares at the crack pipe/
Caught in a half life/
But more or less I guess we all know what that's like/
Friendships that capsized caught up on bad tides/
I guess we've all had our bad times/
Trying to stay grounded whilst standing on landslides/
He swallows pride follows lighters like lamplights/
He's out of his damn mind/ He's out of his damn mind/
He stands by and gets high as life passes/
Every time he gets lucid can't grasp it/
Every single toke he takes he swears that that's it/
Just another lost soul seeking his last hit/
And imagine it no magic trick can stop him snatching shit/
Just another addict it's savage this/
Life can bring challenges/
That make it a damn hell/
But we're lucky here we do the worse shit to our damn selves/

Hook

I'm sick and tired, beat up and down/
I strike out to fight the cold/
I'm split and wired, day in day out/
A lighthouse within my soul/
I'm sick and tired of struggling to breath/
And these crack pipe dreams won't set me free/

Lyrics taken from UndergroundHH, check out our full database of The Scribes Lyrics.

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