Pharsyde Teclado

	  

Am             Dm Am             Dm 
  Love on the low,   love everywhere I go 
Am     Dm                F             G               Am 
  And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong 
             Dm Am             Dm 
Love on the low,   love everywhere I go 
Am     Dm                F             G               Am  Dm 
  And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong 

Interlude 
Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm Dm Dm 
      So,   so 

verse 1 
Am                                Dm 
  My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing 
Am                            Dm 
Somebody's mama's heart is aching, can't take it, partly fainted 
Am                              Dm 
Found his body parts in awkward places like apartments, basements 
Dm                             Dm 
Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces - Harlem's far too spacious 
Am                         Dm 
  Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships 
Am                      Dm 
  To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans 
Am                             Dm 
  Kick off my Maison Martin's, lay on back like Martha Mason 
Dm                           Dm               A 
Smoke away my iron lung 'til later die at 71, uhh 


  Am        G 
I lay down now 
                          A                             A 
There's someone's journey in the streets who gotta keep a piece, peace 
  Am        G 
I lay down now 
                    G                           
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace 
I pray to Lord my soul to keep 

verse 2 
Am                         Dm 
  Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in 
Am                           Dm 
  I don't recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising 
Am                           Dm 
  Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs 
             Dm                                    Dm 
Who bang and never stood a chance, some boys don't dance, but left 'em Harlem shaking 
Am                          Dm 
On the pavement, and my generation fucked 
          Am                      Dm 
And my society, very trippy pages in my diary 
         Am              Dm                            Dm 
It's the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the higher me 
                     Dm                              A 
Used to never give a damn, now I don't give a fuck entirely 
  Am                             G 
I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me 
           A                  A 
It's gotta be, awhole 'nother side of me 
       Am                                  G 
If you seen the shit that I'd have seen in 26 years of living 
G 
That's how many fucks I'd give (fuck) 

 
Am             Dm Am             Dm 
  Love on the low,   love everywhere I go 
Am     Dm                F             G               A 
  And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong 

  Am        G 
I lay down now 
                          A                             A 
There's someone's journey in the streets who gotta keep a piece, peace 
  Am        G 
I lay down now 
                    A                          Am       Dm 
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace 

Interlude 
Am Dm Am Dm Dm Dm 
So,   so 
A Am G A 
A Am G G 


Am             Dm Am             Dm 
  Love on the low,   love everywhere I go 
Am     Dm                F             G 
  And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong