Buried Alive Lyrics

Buried Alive - Chance the Rapper

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I was in a dark space, between a rock and a hard place

Knew I was alive when my heart raced

Buried alive, but very alive

They'd be very surprised to find out Harry survived

The boy who lived got tied up for marryin'

Tryna ride off into the sunset with nary goodbye

Shot him off his high horse, ate his American pie

Called out his arrogant lies, tossed him in a hole

The middle of nowhere you never could find

Where's his money now? Where his wife at?

Where his manager? Where his hype at?

Then they threw the dirt on the casket

And into the hunt for the baby and the basket

Nobody Moses, alone with the mallet

That's when the pen turned the stone to a tablet

Jailbreak stylus, I chiseled like Shawshank

I fought for my life, Ray Gibson, Claude Banks

My ideas turn a cage into shark tank

Tears over war paint, gotta give the Lord thanks

Walkin' through the desert, same mighty sword

Not yet tired, but I might be sore

I was in a dark space

My mind was playin' tricks like Scarface

My pen strong like an one-inch punch

I eat all they cornbread, they don't want they lunch

I was in a dark place, it was me and my pen

None of my friends, none of my kin

None of my weapons, one of my limbs

One of my arms, I made a beat with my elbow first

Then my fist started knockin' like the bell don't work

In my palm was the pen from that one fable

The old legendary story of the lunch table

Then I kicked a technique that was so fatal

It went fall down Babylon, Jericho Dagon

Melt every wall in the dungeon dragon

We was in a dark place, now the lights back on

I just needed, I just needed somethin' I could rap on

Right then and there the roof caved, quick rubble stone

The kid kicked another hole, the dirt filled another hole

The pen in the hand of a hero arose

Clenched fist clawin' its way out, the highs and the lows

You'll never know

The high and the low

This isn't my fault

High and the low