Song
Who's Paying the Cost?
joe jones · 25 plays
90s boom-bap, storytelling hardcore rap, west coast, gritty beats, intense delivery, raw energy
Lyrics
Chorus
(Call:) Who's paying the cost?
(Response:) We are.
(Call:) Who's feeling the loss?
(Response:) We are.
Walking through the fire
with a face fulla rage
Riding out our lives written
on a Blood-stained page.
Chorus
(Call:) Who's paying the cost?
(Response:) We are.
(Call:) Who's feeling the loss?
(Response:) We are.
Walking through the fire
with a face fulla rage
Riding out our lives written
on a Blood-stained page.
Verse
A salty sage with a celery stock
worth of shit to say/
About the way we live, without a
living wage/
I sit and think bout the actual
cost of the wars we wage/
And the amount of blood it
takes to paint a price tag and
attach a face/
to the lives we toss out every
day/
I'm not a violent guy, per say/
but, I've spent my entire life
assaulting red herrings to taste/
Just punching them in the face,
swinging away, ignoring the
bait/
They try to lure you to an
argumentative irrelevant place,
but I refuse to chase/
Yeah, they'd love to have you
wrapped up by the State/
handcuffed to a bench at the
bank/ for every statement you
make/
Move you to the chamber they
love to have you gas-lit/
and leave you with absolutely
nothing left in the tank,
emptied it, drawing blank/
Broken these streets living
section eight/
In need of a blessing cuzz
they're gonna keep coming
atchoo/
Verse
Bless you, "Thanks" back atchoo.
To attack you with them tanks/
Keep fanning the flames like a
fireplace/
Maintain a poker face, while
drawing blank across the page/
Like my Uncle and Aunt coming
together an Ankh's Ben made/
O.B. 1 who came to clean my
blade/
Pull the pin before we play toss
the hot potato pineapple game/
Show my hand grenade and
single handedly blow away half
of what she's ben paid/
I'm weighing out the cost of
every decision I've made,
Just to keep from being
another ghost in this
Masquerade/
Chorus
(Call:) Who's paying the cost?
(Response:) We are.
(Call:) Who's feeling the loss?
(Response:) We are.
Walking through the fire
with a face fulla rage
Riding out our lives written
on a Blood-stained page.
Chorus
(Call:) Who's paying the cost?
(Response:) We are.
(Call:) Who's feeling the loss?
(Response:) We are.
Walking through the fire
with a face fulla rage
Riding out our lives written
on a Blood-stained page.
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