Текст песни The Streets - Turn the Page
The Streets - Turn the Page слова песни
That`s it, turn the page on the day, walk awayCause there`s sense in what I sayI`m forty-fifth generation RomanBut I don`t know `em or care when I`m spittingSo return to your sitting position and listenIt`s fitting, I`m miles ahead and they chase meShow your face on TV then we`ll see, you can`t do halfMy crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard versesYou rain down curses but I`m waving your hearses driving byStreets riding high with the beats in the skyAll stare, eyes glazed, Garage burnt downThe fire raged for forty days and in forty waysBut through the blaze they see it fadeThe sea of black, the beaming heat on their facesThen a figure emerges from the wastageEyes transfixed with a piercing gazeOne hand clutching his sword raised to the skyThey wonder how, they wonder whyThe sky turns white, it all becomes clearThey felt lifted from their fearsThey shed tears, in the light after six dark yearsYoung bold soldiers, the fire burns, crackles and smouldersFive years older and wiserThe fires are burning, on fire, never tireSlay warriors in the forests, and on higher we singHear the strings rising, the war`s over, the bells ringMemories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers ravingThe hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds singA new baby`s born everyday, few men may be scorned todayBut look at things the other way cause it may well be your final dayAnd then crowds roar, they slay, they all sayI produced this using only my bare witGive me a jungle, a garage beat, and admit defeatUse war and past injuries, my metaphor is simileGet all applications in to me before the deadlineCause it`s a fine line between strife full time and a life of crimeBut you will reach the dayAnd it`s all mine, you can take it or leave itI shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi HendrixIn the afterlife gladiators meet their makerFloat through the wheat fields and lakes of blue waterTo the next life from the fortressAway from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughtersOnce more before the Lord judges over all of usIt`s in the is place you`ll see meBrace yourself cause this goes deepI`ll show you the secrets to sky and the birdsActions speak louder than wordsStand by me, my apprenticeBe brave, clench fists