Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва
429 3 часа назад

Текст песни Tragedy Khadafi - T.M.

Tragedy Khadafi - T.M. слова песни

"What price are you talking about, sir?" Malcolm X: "The price of freedom is death"Yo,Only one sperm cell survives out of millionsHustlers strive, the trades we learn by the buildingsIn Hell`s Kitchen - projects burn the childrenSome get locked, lay in a box with no feelingOn my back staring at the ceiling, through dealingSweat dripping, hands together, my knees kneelingWhere was God when my pops fell to his death bleeding?Was he trapped like Martin in his last cry for freedom?And when I die, will my soul ride `til I see him?Never thought that I`d be overseas with KoreansRockin` a vest, pushin` bulletproof EuropeansIn hot wheels - spit shit the crowd could feelSpendin` chips on Hilal meals, ripping foul steelWhile snakes come behind me to lace my spineSay grace and at the same time, embrace my nineWe ball like ghetto children in life tournamentsLusting for platinum chains and ice ornamentsI strive for what I live for - cut from an iller clothPlot like Hyman Roth in a loftStack chips before the new millennium curseU-N-I-Verse, we true and living heirs to the universeRep` the 41st `til my heart burstReady to die - `til we seen Biggie ride in a hearseYo, your comrades moving like wolves in sheep`s clothingFriends are foes - hanging niggas `cause they holding[Chorus]If you can`t hold on, hang on - we can make itWhatever they don`t give us in this life, we can take itJoy and pain - through the sunshine and rainAs the world turns, life remains the sameWe escaped through the flames in this game we bledPour some liquor on the ground - God bless the deadTo my niggas still living, yo - hold your headTo my niggas still living, yo - hold your headYo, yo, yo,I blow shots from a drop rover `til the world`s overSeeing Jehovah through the eyes of a young soldierBlack Moses - literature in pure dosageFrom a landscape of Kuwait - Jakes and vulturesToo many of us lose focusDue to the fact that we`re all just a bunch of soldiersFoul culturesFunny how the streets mold usAllah told us - in the cages where they hold us, it`s much colderHear the pain through my words as I [?] in songSee, the world`s rotten like the veins in my father`s armUsed to be a follower of Islam - niggas is sheist`Study my life - living in these days is trifeHeaven and Hell, a thin line between paradiseRather than lose, some choose to take they own lifeSaid a prayer for him, hoping that his soul was blessed`Cause my hands couldn`t cover all the holes in his chestWhat they do? Turn around and blame me for his deathI`m like Malcolm X resurrected in a Lex`, holding two tecsHolograms in the headrest, yoShoulda knew what love is, before he learned what a thug isNow we leave the seeds to be raised by their mothersI`ve seen the `hood raise brothersKill too many of usA thin line between the freedom and the foul judgesIn the streets, where them snake niggas hold grudges[Chorus]

Другие песни Tragedy Khadafi:

Tragedy Khadafi - Bing Monsters
день назад 306 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

wispoz.com © 2007-2026