Текст песни Equipto f Andre Nickatina - That Pt. 2
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[Andre Nickatina]Powerful...Powerful[Equipto]I remember he told meCalm down... (X4)Yeah, God forgives my soul when I`m doin badThe pain I feel when livin life too fastSo calm down was the words that I heard lastMy eardrums are still numb from the first blastI couldn`t turn back, past the graveInto my head for the dead, puttin ash in gravesAnd I smoke with the spirit, so feel me riseUp in the clouds, from now up until we dieIt`s like thatI sat all through the star spangleLookin for a light to guide me to an angelGotta be smart and hide behind all the answersWhen everything`s dark my heart is full of anger[Andre Nickatina]I`d rather be a bull for dayThen a goat foreverMy life is a joke so whateverMan, primetime reason and rhymeYou know the rhyme be the reasonSlingshots at Chuck Taylors it`s the seasonThere is no state of the art or no special effectsIts just money, politics in these projectsAnd you imagine your a playboy that`s kickin it liveBut in his own damn mind yo he`s doin timeNow that`s deeper then the craters on the moonCrushin up weed in the back dressin roomI hate to be greedy but I love to be greedyI hope the little guy love me, but don`t be meI do it like a genie, blaze in a beanieLifetime contract and no you can`t free meKweezy...[Equipto]Yeah we live and die its all for the cash flowDon`t get replies, I`m high and react cold (?)I don`t know why, I couldn`t explain itLost focus of the love in an innocent wayLive for today, hey I`ma escape to the musicTo try to make up for all the wrong that I`m doinI swear I know better, but so far goneAnd no God hear the cry out in every songIts upon everybody, through moons and starsRise or fall, I`m dead with my open arms[Andre Nickatina]Man it`s such a rush that I getWhen the money spent and all the dope is litMan this is how I repentI keep a devil`s eye on tigas that spit the giftAnd is it true in the afterlife the souls a trip?That`s kamikaze logic, man the ghetto is the topicYou try to cop it?You gotta sell it then ya drop itIts like its hot cuz if its notThen the plot starts to thickenI`m sorry, but moneys a religionFly like a pigeon, man what`s yo decisionThe homie`s is waitin in the Fillmore divisionRap life livin, fast cars drivenIt`s something like prisonBut this is how we listen, listenYou ready to bounce homieGet up out of here, bounce homieGet up out of hereIt`s like that, it`s like that, it`s like that