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Текст песни Black Market Militia - The Breath of Life

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[Intro: Killah Priest]Yeah, this is lifeIt`s a struggle, it`s my painOur pain, it`s our loveIt`s our life, it`s our struggle[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]What we live for, what we die forIt`s the stress, it`s the test, this my warThe words I live by, ya`ll never run scaredBut this life, this is love, these are some fears[Killah Priest]Is little ghetto kids ever gonna see the sunLook what that metal did, sad, cuz he was youngOutside his funeral, doorags, white tees and fundsIt`s all I could do, make a path, hear the preacher comesLittle Tasha`s moms had a bad coke habitBut she still weighs lobby full of broke addictsBroken elevator, next to the exteneratorLord, forgive me, my whole life I have been a gangstaBars on the window, jars of that IndoKeep us everything, God, for our kinfolksSee `em on the holiday, holdin` down the funeralEvery day a dollar`s made, hope you life is beautifulBut we let them lama`s bang, ya`ll know the usualNever know our mama`s pain, til that black suit`s on youBaby moms stressin`, these streets give me bad vibesBut I rep the hood life, live it til our flatline[Chorus][Chorus II: Tragedy Khadafi]The words I live by, ya`ll never run scaredBut this life, this is love, these are some fearsIt`s the joy, it`s the pain, nothing comparesIt`s the hood, look around, feel it in the air[Tragedy Khadafi]A young soldier on the roof, starin` at the streetHe never knew his fate, would be decided by the beastTo say the very least, murdered by the white policeTo kick the door open, slugs tore his flesh apartThe moonlight meters, blood glisten in the darkSeconds later, he was dead, bullets in the heartI heard his mother sceaming, my dreams, I ain`t sleepI try to break, feel my body tangled in the sheetsAm I living, am I dying, tell me where I`m goingLook at the sky, ask me why, really I ain`t knowingTell me where`s the justice, heaven you need to hug usWhere they killin` black babies and destroyin` mothersCops strayin` brothers, I don`t want to count the numbersAre we lost in this world, with no one to love usAre we lost in this world, with no one to love us(Timothy, we ridin` for you)[Chorus][Chorus II]

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