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Текст песни Killah Priest f Daddy Rose, Sauldin (Ros - View From Masada

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[Daddy Rose]Hasmonian Dynasty, Maccabean RevoltCome down on you, Masada arose the belovedDaddy Rose, Prodigal Sunn, Masada the eagle scholarBack to P stone nation, Red Dawn to the death, niggaViolins play, Rose petals fly in the windMans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his sinThe world is in chaos, many try to pretendI stop smoking weed now I get high off my penGrandma’s alcoholic she might die off the ginDevil smirks I grab a gun and blow off his grinI spend my days inhaling in the sun raysThirsty youth in my hood just escape the gun blazeNo more church on Sundays, just wake on MondaysHe didn’t value his life now six feet my son lay’sI study chi-kung cultivate my energy and becomethe cosmic light of the slumsI heal the mind reveal how many slugs in your nineDark clouds cover my soul, but my thuggin’s divineBlack love, white glove black dovesEgyptian Queens fine wine’s and back rubsBlack thugs[Chorus x1.5: Killah Priest]Black P stone, Maccabean RevoltSunz of the Rose, to this world folds, guns will blow[Killah Priest]Project hallways fulled with broke niggazBroken bottles of malt liquor, and coke sniffsERS, dope dealers and drug users with crack lightersWe thought we made it, but somewhere shit backfired"Ds" pointing GATs at tires, read the history on the black MessiahJudges burning niggaz and scorching their soulsWhen I walk I come across the fork in the roadNext to the black hawk on the poleHear the voice of the crow, when the wind blowsit gives me goose bumps and makes me trembleProject temples with shattered windowsStreet renaissance, thugs released on prison bondsBecome icons in gold chains and tote ironHeart of the lion, hear the harps of ZionHoney lips to sour words from bitter tonguesWe live in slums, niggaz pull the triggers on their guns>From day to night, the grave sightWhere snakes appear shed fake tearsGhetto, seeds born with gray hairTrying to escape from here it might take yearsPriest modern day Shakespeare[Chorus x2][Sauldin]I cut the world off from within the pain in my penGot me written scribe did my feather in bloodNiggaz fuckin up so I remain cold inside>From the pain but I still strive>From my brothers slain in the streetOrdain in the ghetto and hangBang with the finest, steppin out of casketsor line us up kill for the kindnessThe dimmest broads turn states evidence on small timesI use smoke L’s like chimineys, search for the remedyTill my pain friendly fire let the devil in meEvery minute feels like infinitiTime I trapped in it like enemy fire in the cityof hope surrounded by dead energy, fallen Elohim who beam rocksto bitches who sip Henney on the rocksWho would kill me for penniesThat’s why wherever my gun points black crows follow my hollow pointThee unconscious acts of the soulHarness trapped in my conscious no paroleNo control over the soulInward fight to fight for control of my soul[Chorus x4]

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