Текст песни Qwel - Capathy
Qwel - Capathy слова песни
Coward human got a gun, he`s down to shoot it, runBow before his outward spouting powerA flower slumps in the slumsA crushing flood on someone`s love, someone`s son, someone`s done(Buck, Buck, Buck, UHHH)And the rain sings like, I don`t careAnd the train howls like, I don`t careBut where them thugs at, so other thugs know just who to bust atSome dumb ass brats who buck at other thugs, but miss as much as tapTo cap a total stranger`s rug ratWaitin on the bus madNot another mustard…puff…slug through lung and lunch bagFuck cats actin adamant about thug ass philosophyBut oddly enough never changed a diaper or diaper wrapped colostomyRap about zaggin rags, I highly doubt itLet the dragon out on babies babies, now ain`t a side round it(I don`t care)Drowning flowers ain`t a thing, not for cowards fraid to singThat goes for cops up on HowardPanoptic tower made of heatIt`s raining steel nails through tissue boat sails and gales of dollar creamHail increase like collars, fathers martyred out of inkThink how slaughtered daughters` mothers weep it out without an ounce of sleepSalty heaps of sniffled "why`s" crystallized round her cheeksSees the skies as just clouds nowShouts in her pillow wetBut where my killer`s killers?To fill in her children`s silhouetteChillin, building hell, feelin well, killin somethingBlood for miles, high as a horse`s bridle, demons runnin, Jesus cominTold `emHold `em to an unrepentant sentence, senseless mugginDesensitized eyes, shruggin pride, to deny your lungs from pumpinHe`s the hardest motherfucker ever fucked a motherBrother buckerBust at thunder in his slumberUp to pluck your numberPeaceThe HarvestRubber Duckers, he`s retardedSwingin his sickle, gleanin brittle garden, marksman sucks you underI don`t care