- Жанр
- Рэп
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- 9th Wonder, Mok1, Whale Keed
- Описание
- Трэк записан для 3-го раунда мп3 бэттла. www.streetstyle.lv
- История создания
- Трэк записан для 3-го раунда мп3 бэттла.
- Альбом
- The Forgotten Mentalities LP
- Студия
- Wild Fish Recordings
- Текст
- Imagine life of broke player
Never had enough, he sings prayers
Everyday after work, he be sittin in church
Waitin for the lord to take him above
The place where the sun down
Always care about how to supply
Never put the man down
It's all here, the families are close together
Father and son, never lie and swear that
One day we die, we all to hope get there
The heaven with no cold inside a human mind
It's like we all blind
We never think 'fore we act, that's the truth, right?
Why do stand for the place under sun light
Why do we take ten things out of nine
So many questions, we never lIve and we never live
It's not about europe - it all about cause we cold inside
Then we continue all the minor clambers
With our enemies
Write a track, put a diss on 'em
Collision free, we never make it peace with em
No matter what's the reason, we always beef
Cause the mind's freezin
The next time it'll be hard to please
For clock to roll back
The next time you better think that
It'll be a neverendin dream
No fight for livin, climb to reach out the sun beams
The plot is deep inside in every human, we one team
We stay together till the world collapse, the self-esteem
Is the real thing,
Why do we think that we're prisoners?
It's cause we trapped, or just can't find the difference
Between the fake idols, and the true that believe in us
Why do the impudents always takin the cut, never mind the consistence?
When did the racism found place for existence?
We travellin a long distance
From being colonizers, to realisin that coloured
People have same chance for survival
Think of all the reasons why we doin this
Strugglin so hard, and the families reunion us
Breakin all the limits and everything that's ruined yo
We stupid, we rearrangin all the things in life for just improvin
A music, that's playin in our souls for just a provin
Of wrong movin, before you start to act - think what ya doin
Maybe it's the new life that you'll be ruinin
Try to get rid of cold in your souls
Friendship is the real gold
That's what has to be told