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Текст песни Killah Priest - Time

Killah Priest - Time слова песни




[Intro: sample]I know how tough it is *gunshot*[Killah Priest]My life flashes, I`m eight years old, my face stares coldAt the pastor, as he picks up the robeHe reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin` my soulThe seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slowThe hearing after, a whole brand new screen showI hear laughter, it`s my birthday, I`m eighteen years oldI`m on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoesThe flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt roseUp, they lit it, some hit it, I`m drunkSo much, that I can`t see straightAnother flash, I`m in a fancy placeA waiter walks over, hands me a plateI trance it to escape, but it`s too lateI shoot my casket, my moms screamin` bastardYa`ll know who killed them, filled them with them lugersRuger, you God damn hoodlumsBut it`s too late, I see the king in the New JerusalemI can touch the gates[Chorus 2X: Savoy]Time keep on tickingStay focused, ain`t no time for politickingGot to keep our young brothers out of prisonEvery day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen[Killah Priest]Was this my fate, to be judged in this placeAngels watchin` me, I step up to plead my caseI see his face in black space, okay let me back spaceSomethin` went front between that gat and my wasteSomethin` went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin` my wayIs this the judgment, the place where every thug has beenAfter hearin` gun fire, and slugs go inAre you the chosen, or the one known as the omenThe gates are open, I wanna know where I`m goingIs this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slumsNext to a bum, saw death pestilence and gunsI was born cold naked and youngMouth open, rings slashin` off of cardboard, wettin` my tongueWe prayed for the shepherd to comeI was called a monster, I was a youngsterCrawlin` out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddyEyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above meCried I`m ugly, found out this life don`t love meDespised by the country, paralyzed in my one kneeTalked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real[Chorus 2X][Interlude: Savoy]No, no, no, no, no, no, noPriesthood, Savoy MurdaG-13, what`s poppin`, oh, no, no, noNo, it`s real, it`s realIt`s real, just sing it when it`s realIt`s real, it`s real, it`s real, it`s real[Chorus 2X]

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