- Жанр
- Хип-хоп
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Jon Grimm
- Альбом
- Dark Continent
- Студия
- Grimm Nation
- Текст
- I always looked at life
Adding in the pain and strophe
From a bystanders point of view
Never in the light
I wanted many things dog
I could have gotten
But psychology and physiology made me forgotten
A ghost to the world
A ghost to the light
Only the darkness and the rage fills my heart at night
How would you feel dog
If your world was ripped twice
If you looked like one of the motherfuckers from the hills have eyes
If you’re whole existence was composed of lies
When you write a love letter you get no replies
Look in my eyes dog
I aunt no gangster
But your portraits make me out to be the basted
Child of society
A figment of reality
A terrified exhibit
That’s exploited properly
Not only did they destroy my self-esteem
They made me madder
Then the bombings out in eleven
Your presumptions and assumptions made me who I am
A pistol packing drug dealer with no sense of shame
Come to think of it dog, there’s no one to blame
When you look at it man
It sounds insane
But I live with the pain
Try to keep an open brain
Got a little piece of land
To which I can lay claim
But the deep laired pain creeps up through my veins
Driving me certifiably insane
Wondering when this hate will dissipate
Wondering why life has chosen me this fate
All I do is sit back and contemplate
Will I have a wife?
Love
Or a stable life
Or am I condemned to the darkness for life
Do they really think that I’m the killer lurking in the night?
Do they really wanna, re-write my life
Is this the reason why females avoid my sight?
My future dog
It aint bright
Tell me the truth what would you think of life
If you know the guy that’s fucking the girl you want to make your wife
Would it make you colder?
Or would it help you sleep at night
Or would it bring your murderous tendencies out to life
Would your blood lust
Overcome your fright
Would you become a killer?
Overnight
Or would it help you walk a plain of higher sight
It’s crazy having a conversation with a broken mind
Jon Grimm is really my darker side
A skitsofranic lyrical assassin
Who isn’t afraid to die?
Isn’t afraid to try
Sent afraid glide
Quietly behind you and snatch your life
With violence and hostility by my side
My two closest friends
They will never let me die
Feeding me the energy I need to stay alive
Teach me how to utilize this game to make a dime
That’s all I wanna do dog.... make a dime.... you know
Because I wanna be
Cruising through the villas
In the European hills
Trying to hire a couple of killers
To come back and be drug dealers
In a nine eleven with the chrome wills
Ye
That’s where I woman be