Indigo
–
Broken Wings (prod. by ВOXA)
- Продолжительность:
- 04:17
- Формат:
- mp3
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Текст песни "Indigo — Broken Wings (prod. by ВOXA)"
(Rap Lyrics)
Push it right outta my brain,
I be pushin the shit I got,
down the drain,
I admit that aint become sinner to saint,
I forgive all my sins,
but they steady maintain,
Becoming a reckless jester
develop the means to be, who?
somebody else, A litmus tester
Testing my patience,
with all these fuckers out here,
I become wrestler,
wrestle the troubles,
wrestle the stubble
from the morning-after
after another drunken night
where I be screamin out the,
scared little boy seeing a future,
that he can't seem to capture,
cant seem grasp why nothing
is turning out to
be what it is,
that he desired
steady recede the fire's
burning out, without a doubt
the fat-lady's sung the choir,
I feel ashamed,
to carry a name, that my own
son acquires or daughter,
who'd want a father,
that can't go farther
wont touch the sky, the
days are getting heavy
my heart aint beatin steady
my limitations of movement
be givin me some lead feet
Like Im in Flint Michigan
gettin a mani-pedi,
like Im a politician
drowning controversy
Please make me good,
dont wanna be the bad guy
everyday, misunderstood,
tired of bein that guy,
tired of "look that black guy"
tired of " who's that sad guy"
trials and too many tribulations
to keep up that guy,
but I was born as that guy,
weathered the storm as that guy,
and til that I die,
I guess I'm staying that guy,
And everytime that I cry
when I recieve a black eye
I remember the strength
it took to stay in the fight,
to carry on through the night,
until I could the see the light
the darkness seems so eternal
until you realize that time
is an illusion of mind
that an illusion of self
thats an illusion we find
our deeper meanings,
the well of fortune aint always
easily so definable,
The tale of torture
is a tell tale heart, maniacal,
liable, indescrible,
but aint no spirit logical,
looking for meaning
is an equation that aint solvable.
(Sung lyrics)
Lost in woe
