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Текст песни Killah Priest - Hard Times

Killah Priest - Hard Times слова песни

[Killah Priest]The prophecies of a poor man end on a trainTake his last breathSlumps over drops his last bit of changeA mother pacing by her window paneStaring hopeless at the gentle rainWhen the messenger returns telling herThat her child was slainShe reaches for his picture frameOpen up the good book read the scripturesAnd sighs his nameThe skies full of flamesStreets are gothicTwelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projectsReminding D`s of a classic mob hitBitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspectsNiggaz in the lab taking golden sealFor tomorrows drug testScared niggaz hugging they techsDon`t want to get plugged nextOutside there`s a bloodfeastWe all product, faced with hard luckSince the wrath of God struckNow we like "Yo Tone let me borrow a buck"He like "Yo what the fuck"Niggaz was born to be skeletonsOr was it the curse of this dark melaninWhen I die will I open my eyes in Hell againWith these jealous menLord forgive me but I smell a ginOn the lips of winosSent a plaque turned `em all into AlbinosWith horns coming from their foreheads like RhinosRead it in my last testament and my hidden scrollsSee my icon straight faced with a torn robeA beard and some cornrowsThe whole globe hears when I perform my shows[Chorus 2x: Killah Priest]We go from hard times to part-timesfrom part-time back to hard timesThat`s the start of crimeTill the day we see the father shinelight on us, trying to warn usWe play the corners[Killah Priest]I visit monasteriesWhere dons were buriedApproached the bench with teary eyesTryin to con the juryChrist said those of you without sin, cast the first stoneThose of you without ends, blast the first chromeIs it the prophecies of Deuteronomythat drove us to this poverty?Trapped with starvin seedsFightin for sovereigntyCold nights make the toddler freezeBlood over my wallabiesRaining mahoganyHere`s a dollar for the treesWe worship weed like idolatrySilly bitches with conniving thoughtsSticking knives and folksDon`t understand what it`s like to be a black man in courtNiggaz up screamin all nightComplaining that their handcuffs are too tightKicking on the cell till they cut out the lightsIt`s like a curseWalk besides white women they start holding they purseI just ask you for the time bitchWhat you got anyway? Some of the Indians turfThe Beauty that once flowed from the NileLike the Moses childThe hand that writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow[Chorus][Killah Priest]Some say the spirit of a dead angel lies within meLook in my eyes, they`re emptyPoverty stricken beaten with the rod ol envyLurking through the shadows of deathDragging my wings, saw the image of a beastRam, dragon and queen, heard the bragging of kingsWhose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion sting?Forced in the ring with idiots so many cliquesLetting out automatic clipsA dead lady combing the hair of a bastard bitchI spit graphic shit you ain`t hear half of itFrom my fucked up marriagesTo dealing with miscarriagesFrom drinking with savagesDriving hazardousI`m here today to meet the man from NazarethWhere`s the pastor? Show me where that chapter is[Chorus 2x]

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