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Web de Cristian Segura.
dilluns, 4 de novembre de 2013
But I carried on
Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic. Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick. He see as just another felony drug arrest, Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test. Slug through the vest... Shot in the street For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat. And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny. Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters? Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again There will be the chopped off heads of Leviathan My friend, they call 'em strangers. Everybody talk to him end up in some danger.
(They stay... Strange ways) Can't reform 'em.
They pray four times a day, they pray five, Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive. Some will go of they own free will to die Others take them with you when they blow sky high What's the difference? All you get is lost children While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions To blast humans in half, into captured arms Only one side is allowed to have bombs It's like making a soldier drop his weapon Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin'. Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion.
(They stay) Same game. (Strange ways) You can't reform 'em.
..that Mary was goin' around with an old flame that burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line! But the guy really spent his money like water. I think he was connected, so I left. Outside it was raining cats and dogs. I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black But I carried on!