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Brother El

Broken Dreams

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Текст песни Brother El - Broken Dreams

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I`m tired of {motherfuckers} plain and simple, bitin my {shit}They don`t feel that, nopeOne quarter of a century oldBold, mentally, physically, massiveVisually, altenate, passiveHope my crafts are tight, hehI`ll be aight, solo, all fresh doloAnd day and night, I write (I write)And when the wind blows I fight, I show and proveAerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah)Theory, let loose now giganticAnd move way past stress, don`t regressI got way too much finesse, heh.... son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran overTalkin bout how you clap, I don`t respect thatNor shall I wet thatThe streets is tough, time is roughI don`t forget that (I don`t)See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene.. heh, nobody caredI wasn`t prepared, and no one sharedany information, still patientWaitin for a time to hear my rhyme.. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnationPacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eatThe more you gave, the more I ateThe more disease, the more disease, the more diseaseManifested - please please - in my bellyFloatin like jelly, you can`t tell meno stories of rough seasonsI`ve been through a lot, huh, and I`m still SCREAMIN.... I`m not dreamin.. hah, countdownTen.. nine.. eightLike this, well {fuck} itBroken dreams, anger, stagnationI`m pacin, but I`m still patientAww man {fuck} that let`s get it togetherIn my time!

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