Βασικα, χτες σκεφτομουν ότι υπάρχει πιθανότητα να το εχω ξαναποσταρει και εγω παλιοτερα =ρ Δε γαμιέται, αξίζει. (και ολ ιζ λονλινες οφ κορς)
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Βασικα, χτες σκεφτομουν ότι υπάρχει πιθανότητα να το εχω ξαναποσταρει και εγω παλιοτερα =ρ Δε γαμιέται, αξίζει. (και ολ ιζ λονλινες οφ κορς)
Eίναι απολύτως βέβαιο ότι έχουν δημοσιευθεί σε προηγούμενες σελίδες, αλλά...
Master of the Wind
In the silence of the darkness when all are fast asleep
I live inside your dreams calling to your spirit
as the sail calls the wind, here the angels sing.
Far behind the sun, across the western sky
reach to the blackness, find a silver line
in a voice I whisper a candle in the night
will carry all our dreams on a single beam of light.
Close your eyes, look into the dreams
winds of changes will winds of fortune bring.
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
gold is at the end for each of us to find.
There the road begins where another one will end,
here the for winds know who will break and who will bend
all to be the Master of the wind.
Falling stars now light my way my life has written on the wind
clouds above, clouds below, high ascend between the spirit
When the wind fills the sky and clouds will move aside,
there will be a road to all our dreams and for every day that stings
two better days is brings, nothing is bad as it seems.
Close your eyes, look into the dreams
winds of change will winds of fortune bring.
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
gold is at the end for each of us to find.
There the road begins where another one will end
here the for winds know who will break and who will bend
all to be the Master of the wind
Look through the window
Look through the window
Look through the window
I'm looking through a pane of glass
Look through the window (and what do you see?)
Look through the window (and what do you see?)
Look through the window (and what do you see?)
I'm looking through a pane of glass
I'm so restless
I'm so restless
I'm so restless
We talk about this and we talk about that
I'm so restless (I'm bored as a cat)
I'm so restless (I'm bored as a cat)
I'm so restless (I'm bored as a cat)
We talk about this and we talk about that
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Nicotine really goes to my head
Light myself (up a cigarette)
Light myself (up a cigarette)
Light myself (up a cigarette)
Nicotine really goes to my head
If you're feeling all in take some asprin
If you feel in a mess put your head on a head rest
Your back on a back rest, foot on a foot rest
Or your arm on an arm rest or your leg on a leg rest
Your back on a back rest, if you feel in a real mess
When you're feeling all in take some asprin
Or some paracetamol
Always thought life should be so easy
It seems that I have misunderstood
Nothing I do can seem to please me
What I say don't sound so good
I always thought
I always thought
I always thought
It seems that I have misunderstood
I'm so restless
I'm so restless
I'm so restless
Nicotine really goes to my head
Look through the window
Look through the window
Look through the window
We talk about this and we talk about that
Light myself (up a cigarette)
Light myself (up a cigarette)
Light myself (up a cigarette)
I'm looking through a pane of glass
I always thought
It seems that I have misunderstood
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Light myself (up a cigarette)
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Johny Cash - Man In Black
R.I.P. ...
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
We crossed a million hills
We must have died alone
A long long time ago
Who knows?
Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Από Μπάουι ή από Νιρβάνα;
μαντεψε
Νιρβάνα!
bowie βρε! :D
:D
τι διαφορά έχουν οι στίχοι;Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
καμια.η ερωτηση ειχε να κανει μαλλον με το ποια εκτελεση μαρεσει περισσοτερο.ε :?:
Γιαπ.
Γουιιι!
we look so good
we look so good
we look so good together
and
we are underground
we are underground
we are underground
and
we don't care
we don't care
we don't care what you say about us
yeahou
yaouh
we're brother daniel
we're brother daniel
and we bury you
and
we look so good
we look so good
we look so good together
yaouh
yeah
yeah
we are underground
we are underground
we are underground
and
we don't care
we don't care
we don't care what you say about us
yeahou yeah
yeahi yeah
yeah yeahi yeah yeah
and
wowowow
wowowow
wow wow oh oh
τι είναι αυτό αδερφάκι;
BRODER DANIEL » Underground :D
never mind the bollocks, smells like sex pistols
φλεημιν τελεπαθς!
Well Ive opened up my veins too many times
And the poisons in my heart and in my mind
Poisons in my bloodstream
Poisons in my pride
Im after rebellion
Ill settle for lies
Is it any wonder that my minds on fire
Imprisoned by the thoughts of what to do
Is it any wonder that my jokes an iron
And the jokes on you
Experiments that failed too many times
Transformations that were too hard to find
Poisons in my bloodstream
Poisons in my pride
Im after rebellion
Ill settle for lies
Yes I know the secrets of the iron and mind
Theyre trinity acts, a mineral fire
Yes I know the secrets of the circuitry mind
Its a flaming wonder telepath
Well Ive opened up my veins too many times
And the poisons in my heart and in my mind
Poisons in my bloodstream
Poisons in my pride
Im after rebellion
Ill settle for lies
Is it any wonder that my minds on fire
Imprisoned by the thoughts of what to do
Is it any wonder that my jokes an iron
And the jokes on you
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me
But then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And then they showed me a world
Where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
I say: Now watch what you say
Or they'll be calling you a radical
A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Oh won't you sign up your name
We'd like to feel you're acceptable,
respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable
whoa (tick tick tick yeah)
But at night when all the world's asleep
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
summer makes no good.
Ο χρόνος είναι ο χειρότερος γιατρός
Σε καίει, σε σκορπάει και σε παγώνει
Μα εσύ σε λίγο δεν θα βρίσκεσαι εδώ
Κάποιοι άλλοι θα παλεύουν με τη σκόνη
Θέλεις ξανά ν' αποτελειώσεις μοναχός
Ενα ταξίδι που ποτέ δεν τελειώνει
Κάτω απ' τα ρούχα σου ξυπνάει ο πιο παλιός θεός
Μες τις βαλίτσες σου στριμώχνονται όλοι οι δρόμοι
Ποιοι χάρτες σου ζεστάνανε ξανά το μυαλό
Ποιες θάλασσες στεγνώνουν στο μικρό σου κεφάλι
Ποιος άνεμος σε παίρνει πιο μακριά από δω
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Σε ποιο όνειρο σε ξύπνησαν βρεμένο, λειψό
Ποιοι δαίμονες ποτίζουν την καινούρια σου ζάλη
Ποιος έρωτας σε σπρώχνει ποιο μακριά από δω
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Το όνειρο που σ' έφερε μια μέρα ως εδώ
Σήμερα καίγεται, σκουριάζει και σε διώχνει
Μια σε κρατάει στη γη, μια σε ξερνάει στον ουρανό
Το ίδιο όνειρο σε τρώει και σε γλυτώνει
Θέλεις ξανά ν' αποτελειώσεις μοναχός
Ενα ταξίδι που ποτέ δεν τελειώνει
Κάτω απ' τα ρούχα σου ξυπνάει ο πιο παλιός θεός
Μες τις βαλίτσες σου στριμώχνονται όλοι οι δρόμοι
Ποια νήματα σ' ενώνουν με μια άλλη θηλιά
Ποια κύματα σε διώχνουν απ' αυτό το λιμάνι
Ποια μοίρα σε φωνάζει από την άλλη μεριά
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Ποια σύννεφα σκεπάσαν τη στεγνή σου καρδιά
Ποια αστέρια τραγουδάνε τη καινούρια σου ζάλη
Ποιο ψέμα σε κρατάει στην αλήθεια κοντά
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Ποιες λέξεις μέσα σου σαπίζουν και δεν θέλουν να βγουν
Ποια ελπίδα σ' οδηγεί στην πιο γλυκιά αυταπάτη
Ποια θλίψη σε κλωτσάει ποιο μακριά από παντού
Πες μου ποιος φόβος σε νίκησε πάλι
We leave the party at two or three
You hitch a lift in my Cabriolet
And though it's misty I'm just too tired or too lazy to close the soft top
And I don't stop you when you curl your body, cold in your little black mini
And hold against me
All night I've been flirting with everyone except you
How you explain my failure to find you as attractive as everyone else seems to I just don t know
But there's wind in our hair and drink in our systems
Breaking the ordinary inhibitions
And on the cassette some Louisiana Creole music
And you decide you want a cigarette
And though it only takes a second to demonstrate the gadget in the dash
I miss the black and white chevrons of the steep bend warning
And there's the sound of something smashing
Then nothing beneath the tyres of the Cabriolet...
In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car . . .
Maybe I'm drunk or hallucinating
Maybe this isn't happening
Maybe you aren't lying there with tears in your little party dress
At the waist and the breast
Because in real life I was never this aroused by you
I was never this impressed
Your face unharmed, unstained but drained pale
Is suddenly more strange and beautiful than anything I've ever seen or ever will
Bathed in the light of the morning star I see someone
I never took the trouble to know, someone
I only now begin to feel I could love or make love to
I'm moved and aroused to see you in this strange new way
In the starlight filtering through the myriad fragments
Of the freshly shattered windscreen of the Cabriolet
In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car
...I love you
Tell all my friends
I have gone to the moon
Tell all my friends
I will write them soon
And tell them
If you see them
That I am better left alone
'Cause I'm living up here where the air is thin
And where gravity don't bring you down
Yeah I'm living up here and I'm watching your universe cooling down
I spend my days beneath a perspex dome
I think that I have finally come home
So tell them
If you see them
That I am better left alone
'Cause I'm living up here where the air is thin
And where gravity don't bring you down
Yeah I'm living up here and I'm watching your universe cooling down
Yeah I'm living up here where the air is thin
And where gravity don't bring you down
I'm living up here and I'm watching your universe cooling down
Death will be unlike...
the night-times when we lie awake thinking of death
the Spanish maracas that rattle inside the last breathe
the Mexican festivals, skeletons wearing top hats
the Brownstone apartments that dynamite or dereliction collapse
the Mandolin the hangman relaxes by playing
the Hound of the Baskervilles, chilling the moors with its baying
the Curse of the mummy that turns the explorers to stone
the British museum, its bodies from peat bogs and bones
the great roller coaster, a plunge from a boast to a scream
mahogany coffins great pianists play in their wildest strangest dreams
a garden in autumn where poets can sit and compose
the granite memorials where memories wither in rows
the charge of the Light Brigade Alfred Lord Tennyson rhymed
the thin piece of paper that Reagan and Gorbachov sign
the hospital bedside with Novocain needles and cards
the great day of judgement when god the headmaster presents the awards
the marriage that bickers till death us do part
the dreams of the young man who sang 'Love will tear us apart'
TV documentaries showing us life from outside
the Buddhist nirvana the moth seems to seek in the light
the Cities of crystal they build on in a few grains of smack
the long picture window the coffin look through to a widow in black
a room full of spiders all clinging together and crying
the wedding guest's story, the ship drifting lost and the dead sailors sighing
the din in the steeple when cholera poisons the village
the Illumination that Tolstoy provided for poor Ivan Illych
the Wrinkling sea children glimpse through the chinks in the boardwalk
the magical land of 'The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe'
the treacherous virus that murders the lovers with AIDS
the phantoms of freedom that lead the crowd over the barricades
the night thoughts of 'Late Call' when ministers stop being cosy
'The Pit and the Pendulum' co-starring Bela Lugosi
the bulge of the mouse inside the boa constrictor
that drunkard the phoenix, so tight on the moonshine of golden elixirs
the bankrupt, handing over the keys to his house
the last day of summer, when insects grow stupid and swallows fly south
the skull of a merchant that slants through the portrait by Holbein
that strange proposition on silence, the Tractatus of Wittgenstein
the hands of the clock, coming together at midnight
the grim amputations of medical students larking on rag night
the hijacker's voice in the heads of air traffic controllers
the sea as it thunders on Liv Ullman vanishing under the rollers under the rollers
the abbey the pilgrims all saw when they prayed
the unholy land at the end of the Children's Crusade
the hell in Huis Clos Mr Sartre informs is just other people
the travelling salesman who woke up one morning transformed to a beetle
2001, the room at the end of the ride
the wrath that Charles Bronson let loose on the Lower East Side
the House of the Shades the dog Cerberus guarded for Hades his master
that lesson on Infallibility, the Chernobyl disaster
the empty career of the temp's vacillations gone permanent
the unlucky omens the clairvoyant reads in the meaningless firmament
In the meaningless firmament
What will death be like?
Death will be like -
:pink:
Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.
I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems the powers getting stronger
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying.
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise
There's time to live and time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying
ε δεν μπορω να κρατηθω.:pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me
In my shadow
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell"
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlights
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes a smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bells
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
Flying away from you
Look out world take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast
And learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
Πολλές φορές σου μίλησα
Με χώματα στο στόμα
Στο είπα όσα έμαθα
Τα έμαθα με το σώμα
Μισός ψυχή μισός κορμί
Κι η πείνα μου θηρίο
Μισή ζωή σπατάλησα
Να ζήσουν και τα δύο
Όσα κομμάτια κι αν μπορέσεις να ενώσεις
Δε θα σου φτάσουν μια στιγμή για να με νιώσεις
Στα είπα όλα
Φίλα με τώρα
Με αγαπούσε το νερό
Μα ο ουρανός με ζόυσε
Κι όταν μετρούσα τι μπορώ
Η γη δε με χωρούσε
Κυνήγησα τις ομορφιές
Μα μ' έκλεψε η λύπη
Οι αλήθειες μου: εσύ όταν κλαίς
Και της καρδιάς μου οι χτύποι
σφαγηQuote:
Originally Posted by Hunted_By_A_Freak
:D
:wink: :hippy:
Hunted, poio kommati einai auto?
nothingman :pink: , ksereis apo ellhnikh mpala. Hsoun sto live sto galatsi thn pempth?
Chris Rea - The road to hellQuote:
Originally Posted by sabbattack
Artist: Tanita Tikaram Lyrics
Song: Twist in My Sobriety Lyrics
All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear [x2]
In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say [x2]
[CHORUS:]
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety [x3]
We just poked a little pie
For the fun that people have at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll
[CHORUS]
Cup of tea take time to think yeah
Time to risk a life a life a life
Sweet and handsome soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
[CHORUS]
Η φάμπρικα δε σταματά, δουλεύει νύχτα μέρα
Και πώς τον λεν τον διπλανό και τον τρελό τον Ιταλό
Να τους ρωτήσω δεν μπορώ, ούτε να πάρω αέρα
Δουλεύω μπρος στη μηχανή, στη βάρδια δύο δέκα
Κι από την πρώτη τη στιγμή, μου στείλανε τον ελεγκτή
Να μου πετάξει στο αυτί δυο λόγια νέτα σκέτα
Άκουσε φίλε εμιγκρέ, ο χρόνος είναι χρήμα
Με τους εργάτες μη μιλάς, την ώρα σου να την κρατάς
Το γιο σου μη τον λησμονάς, πεινάει κι είναι κρίμα
Κι έτσι στο πόστο μου σκυφτός, ξεχνάω τη μιλιά μου
Είμαι το νούμερο οκτώ, με ξέρουν όλοι με αυτό
Κι εγώ κρατάω μυστικό ποιο είναι τ’ όνομά μου
(Γιώργος Σκούρτης)
:pink: :pink: :pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Solo Carriera
Μ'αρέσει κι η διασκεύη απο Dreadful Shadows. :oops:
Johnny Cash: When the man comes around
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, rolling into the night
People so busy make me feel dizzy, taxi lights shine so bright
But i don't need no friends
As long as i gaze on Waterloo Sunset, i am in paradise
Every day i look at the world from my window
The chilly-chilliest evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.
Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station, every Friday night
But i am so lazy, don't want to wander, i stay at home at night
But i don't feel afraid
As long as i gaze on Waterloo Sunset, i am in paradise
Every day i look at the world from my window
The chilly chilliest evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.
Millions of people swarming like flies round Waterloo underground
Terry and Julie cross over the river where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo Sunset, they are in paradise
Every day i look at the world from my window
The chilly chilliest evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.
Antony and the Johnsons - Cripple and the Starfish
Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just ripple said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile
It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises
Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed I just completely love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish...
The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Guran
Screamin know your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the dicks respect me
What do you do
when the police kick in your door like 'get on the floor'
Shoot you in the back
cause who you are and where you at's against the law
You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin with them hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother, fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
to make a rat sing like Nat King
Before they start blasting
With no accuracy, handling they beef in the public
Now an innocent child got a bag for a stomach
Property value plumit every time a shot is fired
People feelin betrayed so they take the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire block
Politicians say it's time to march
But people is past that, ready to blast at whatever comin
From the master or from the office, niggas is sick of runnin
Yeah, all my soldier, raise it up, c'mon, now
I'm deep in the runs
where all that niggas give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young type that's packin automatic guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get your fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the illest brain and scheme
For cream you know the game in my vein
I feel the pain for all the niggas that passed away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we know how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we actin like cock tecs and tenniments
My squad flex if any shit pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this planet I'm from consist of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black males
It's innocent, suspending in packed jails that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in this life
I stick a nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, 'cause I walk when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from this trife world and thought
Puffin Newports 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged denim
Deadly in venom, totin buckets with nothin in 'em
But Rawkus, some ill mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with nothin but a taste for kill.
Dead Prez, Talib Kweli - Sharp Shooters.
