hura,živjela šarada...krinka na masci,životopis stranca i kava uz novine i cigaretu...
sve odjednom...
hm...djelo jednog anonimnog autora....predstavljamo...LEDO
Hood weepin'
jeez...some good shit u have there...oh my fucking god...
it says...never been a stupid freak,always gettin good shit for free,getting in the studio makin songs to be,the next generation super fucker,the world has ever seen,but now i think the time is over,subliminal toughts gettin criminal instincts no the game's not over,so now com' 'en get me mothafucka 'cuz i'm not comin back,gettin' my front ready to attack,the parts of the puzzle dont stack,u can't raise a family at minimun wage,my eyes gettin blind of the rage,the goverment gettin me pumped by don't lettin' me on stage,stop reading skip the page,'cuz none of u ever get a real chance of balanced and unlimited joice rahter then getting stuck in a cage,the valley of shadow is comin after me,i'm lookin trough my window and tryin to see,what it's gonna be with this world when i'll for ever leave this planet with a finding fee,that i got as i found the sacred relic of existence and never got to be the medic of broken hearts gettin sad inc. to much party in this body,no subliminals,fuck u buddy to much pride,lil' goddy,feels for me like a 12 gauge shootty,pullin' over like a glock sounds in it's spray the first who taught me that was my alter ego insane,like a little needle that falls outta crane,and breakes the jigsaw that would be the same old same,a new picture risin' from the horizon',u fools just rush in and come out 'lone,the heart is breakin' that was made outta stone,outta control u comin' to me and tellin' me how 'bout makin' a song,i used to be a chrsistian and a political porn,the bibble is right and all ur native culture's wrong,ur fucked up 'cuz reallity is makin it strong,u cant think u gonna get a hit from the bong,and then the shit will be equal and u gotta mourn,'cuz ur family is dead and ur alone standign 'gainst dis world without a fuckin' home,where u can come back to hear a word of suggestion,not to break down like a house o' cards when the wind changes direction,if that happens u'll be sittin' on the ground singin' tupac's changez,u'll see a man get shot and think how it's outrageus,that u could be there in the puddle of blood,where the man now lies and it all could be done,no more pain,no more rain,feelin' it drippin u,no more callin out the name of reign,no mo' power no mo' same ol' same,but that's the part of tha game,the pact that we did with god,cuz' were on lane,and now i'm singin my life away cuz' i'm out on bail...
pomislismo da je ovo trendi,a mi smo neki menađeri,pa sada izigravamo neke face kao što su bili kolektivci jamajkanske administracije obrane od napada slonova '63
peace out
Post je objavljen 12.11.2006. u 15:34 sati.