Текст песни Fiend - Waiting on God
Fiend - Waiting on God слова песни
(*talking*)K, we ain`t got one reason for everything, you know I`m sayingThis right here, is for all my survivors, all of em you know I`m sayingGrow to the way, you know I`m sayingAll our soldiers world wide, you know I`m sayingMidwest, Northwest, East, West whatever, SouthTo all our thugs, you know I`m saying, all the way to United StatesNew York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or anotherGo on, speak to em[Fiend]Hate made the child and spoke up, would evolve a tonAnd assisted the murder rate, when that revolver runIt`s hard to run, when you don`t know what you running fromYeah I own a gun, but that don`t mean I can`t be the oneTo catch ya names, five shot cause he or she was shamelessLeaving me and my people, arm`s brainlessPainless as it seem for me, if I was to go nowTell me who gon fiend for me, dream of meSpeak be having a team for me, survivor niggaAnd tell him what it mean to me, my er`thangI wanna end, what the devil bringAnd make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then[Hook - 2x]I`m just sitting here, waiting on GodSo I could ask him, is life suppose to be this hardCause the true fears, I know he care for meJust wanna know, if there`s a place up there for me[Fiend]At the sun let the moon take over, and every winter get colderFrom a struggling tell you, soldier gon speak soldierBut I can`t kill the beef, between that side and that coastAnd I can`t say what`s so white, just like black folkThe road is thin, so is hope for black menYour own even Benzo, glocks I pack twelve`sAcquainted, since I roamed the allies paintedLooking at the hustlers, on the wall they all became famousGhetto love, but died as a often it`s been thugsSold to a under cuff, saw the cuffs and bustI did the game off em, they brainwashed emWasn`t 18, now removing the red stains off em[Hook - 2x][Fiend]At 13 y`all know they right from wrong`s, that`s why I write these songsFor em, to let the ghetto choose to know that Fiend gon speak for emI can`t ignore em, if my eyes were sowed shutAnd my ears were overstuffed with words like, boy I don`t give a..I`m not the recipe, just recognizing when he blessing meAnd know my gun won`t solve, everytime he testing meUntil the death of me, I continue on his legacyGot a bad temper, but won`t let it get the best of meStressing me, I know we wasn`t put here to sell rocksBe caught up in the system, locked in cell blocksI think the world shell shocked, these streets is VietnamAnd the dopest thing I did was, put it in this rhyme[Hook - 4x]I mean, they got me sitting here waiting on God..