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Solitary Confinement (Prod. Omen)

from Glass Doors (Sampler) by Voli

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"Solitary Confinement" (Prod. Omen)

Nouveau Classique, Omen.
Check it, I saw my life flash before my eyes
and I was nearly blinded, alone at the top,
solitary confinement, yea solitary confinement
all alone I'm about to blow, clear the sinus.
Shoot, reminiscing on my college days,
marijuana, old e, lemon lime powerade.
Hit class, hour late, get back, marinate.
Lure honey ova with a big glass of Alize.
Double take with a whip lash, model shape.
I work her out and give her protein powder shake.
Simple days I appreciate them well,
have you ever felt you're meant for something greater than yourself?
Man, never believed in no religion
but the way I bless the track like a priest or a reverend,
does it mean I go to heaven?
You should lock me in a booth.
Went from red label, black label, Johnny Walker Blue.
To that single malt 62 Dalmore (whoo).
I only drink it neat though, Voli think in deep flows.
Those other itunes you might as well delete those
bet I take you to a higher level like a cheat code.

Nouveau Classique, Glass doors, look at me closely
you see the signs of the pain in my eyes.
I remain petrified and afraid that I'll lie in the grave with no pride to my name,
hope I die with a claim that I shined
as a king and that I lived a life of passion.
Now will I see beyond the fame
when those camera lights are flashing.
I don't know, will I change? Probably so.
You can ask Lady Gaga see that fame is a monster.
But to the ones who support I'll take you with me to glory
and hm to the ones who never paid attention, I'm sorry.
These rappers tryna ride, looking like some stowaways,
that new trash aint touchin my old throwaways.
Trini boy, six three, tall drink of water,
she tryna check my package out like a shipment order.
She on her knees like she praying, diocese.
I can eat long as kitty's hair short, Siamese.
No sex less we both in it for the long haul
other wise they tryna trap a brother like a arm bar.
I'm all alone in this four cornered hole
with that big city more than fifty miles down the road.
I was chasing my dreams now I jog steadily,
how can I lose the race with my whole life ahead of me?

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from Glass Doors (Sampler), track released September 8, 2010

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