Chords for Cellar Sessions: Gangstagrass - Nowhere To Run April 4th, 2018 City Winery New York

_ This is Gangsta Grass.
This is Nowhere to Run. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ Nowhere to hide.
[F#] _ My _ town.
_ _ _ My town. _
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ Nowhere to run.
_ [B] _ _ Nowhere to hide.
_ [F#] My town. _
_ _ _ My town. _
_ _ Yeah, _ country boy making moves with them city folk.
Spitting so [B] sick the CDC trying to get a quote.
Trying to make a vaccine.
[F#] _ Processing the vaccine.
Taking back my time.
These [G#m] suckers rhymes are [F#] really lacking.
_ Key ingredients.
Flavors in the recipe.
Knowing this is the season and for [A] sharing is my [B] specialty.
Testing me.
Such treachery.
_ [F#] Unaccepted.
Let me see the secret in the signal intercepted.
Yes, it's the keys I'm unlocking plenty doors with.
Full with the repetitious [A] themes we're at [B] war with.
Nothing seems to [E] change so the methods need to switch [F#] up.
Or else you see the same resolutions in [B] this get up.
It's [E] a setup designed to keep you running in [B] the loop.
Why stress repeat?
Why they ready [F#] in the truth?
Sipping through the lines though the truth is your pursuit.
To see the moving parts in cahoots.
But I think I need to turn around.
[C#m] Can't let my fear [F#] get the best of me. _
_ Cause [C#] this thing I'm running from.
[B] I think it might be [F#] my destiny.
[D#m] _ _
[F#] All the roads lead the same way.
[B] _
_ [F#m] _ You're at the South Pole. _
_ And [B] there's no other way.
[F#m] Straight on up when you're [F#] down at the bottom of a hole.
_ _ [E] _ _ Nowhere to run.
_ [B] _ _ Nowhere to hide.
_ [F#] _ _ That's how. _
_ _ _ I tell. _
[F#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ Nowhere to _ run.
[B] _ _ Nowhere to hide.
_ [F#] _ That's [C#] how.
_ _ _ [F#] I tell. _ _
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_ _ _ _ Up against the [C#] wall bricks digging in my [F#] back.
Pushing in my skin like the needle on the track.
[B] Stains like the cracks that the whips gave.
[F#] Permanent marks and [C#] scars on the back.
Subject [F#] enslaved but that game has been played.
It's over and unplugged.
You thought I was just a dumb thug [A] to use to run [B] drugs?
Or one of [F#] your other _ stereotypes?
Nope.
I'm here to catch, kill, and [F#] bury the hype.
_ Only after it's [C#] exposure.
_ [F#] And once I have some closure I'm regaining my [B] composure.
But that game is [F#] over.
You're revving up the motor.
The sun's heat is rising up.
I'm set for supernova.
[E] _ Stressed like a soldier with a sick case of [B] shell shock.
Trapped like a rat in an [F#] enemy's cell block.
This here is your last chance.
You're pushing me too far.
I'm not the one with nowhere to run, son.
You [B] are.
Nowhere to _ run.
_ _ _ Nowhere to hide.
_ [F#] _ My town. _
_ _ _ In my town.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ Nowhere to [B] run.
_ _ _ [Bm] Nowhere to hide.
_ [F#] _ My town.
_ [B] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] My town.
I'm sick of CDC trying to get [E] a quote.
_ Nowhere to [B] run.
_ _ _ [Bm] Nowhere to hide.
_ [F#] This here is your last chance.
You're pushing me too far.
I'm not the one with nowhere to run, son.
You are.
[F#] My town. _
_ _ In my town. _
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