Текст песни 1200 Techniques - Eye of the Storm
1200 Techniques - Eye of the Storm слова песни
*scratching* "times running out"*scratching* "got to decide now"*scratching* "but something inside wont let me quit"[Verse]People are so fickleThese days its so despicableLike tentacles, they all try stick to youHold you down if they can or besicken youThey try to blind you with they aim tooEnforcin written jurasdictions that we all got to stick toThe laws disappear and reappear to suit their needsWhich to me is a joke, like short term peace treatiesI see disease, swarmin like beesStingin these undeveloped war torn countriesApparently I`m on the good side, but this worlds so shaky at timesI swear this planets on an intergalactic fault lineEvery time I race I cant winI keep pace till these land mines blow up in my face againDismembered, I still gotta keep pacing onTreading strong, facing the eye of the storm[Chorus]These days, replay, the life game of wrongThese days, what we say, can do such harmI replay, each day, like an endless songBilling through my mind non stopLike the hands of ti-i-i-iiime[Verse]Whats with this financial envyWe got so much poverty but we keep spendingWe`re like pigs they just wont stop eatingTill they hit the bottom of the troughAnd thier guts leaking ,im seeking the truth, butHow can it be, we`re in a world of broken familysAnd fallacies, taught to praise stars and seek fameDo what we must to obtain monetery gainAnd even im with it, but there are limitsWhatever happened to a conscious idea, emcees talk verbal diarheouaCaught up with gun talk and bling-blingHip-hop producers, who work with pop singersFor ching-ching, im thinkingA rich soul, is now of no valueLight turns to dark when cold breath hits the candleI`m here to rekindle your spiritKeep the flame burning strongAs we press on, through the eye of the storm[Chorus][Verse]The clock ticks, your name off the listLife moves quick so we gotta move quickerThe world`s devilish, makin me sickerI smell the remanents, of drugs sex and liqourThe kids are, immune to theseCos they leave, they get a fix on they new tvParents dont need to talk to their kids no moreThey feed em videos, show em the internetLog on to the porn site, here we goTelevision, the drug of a nationBreeding ignorance, feeding radiationFrenzhal hit the nail on the headWish we were sailing aheadBut we`re shipwrecked and failing insteadBut the tests have changed, we`re all passinSo long as your a expert in arsonI`m askin, which ways up, cos my compass has goneYou know what? I`m a let my beatin heart be my guide through the eye of thestorm[chorus]*scratching* Nfamas "how am i supposed to live in a world filled withnegatives?"*scratching* Nfamas "the final showdowns come round to hit ya"