Текст песни "GORE"
(feat. B-Real)
Knock on the door — my heart breaks in two
I committed no crime, but I knew what they'd do
Said they looking for someone, wouldn't say who
But then I saw the cuffs and I knew what they'd do
Scripture torn and laced in red
Stitched between the things I said
All my thoughts are tapped and read
All my idols cold and dead
Тузы сидят а суки стерегут
Нам колыбельные пел Миша Круг
И в детском саду вместо кукол
Гантели, ток, щипцы, утюг
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Police come
They draw their guns
Pop pop pop
Not a chance to run
Body on the ground
That's someone's son
They don't give a fuck
Just another dead one
Patrol my block
Harassin my people
Profile the ones
Who speak up we see those
Stories on the news
Yet people refuse
To see what's in view
Blinded it's true
The boys in blue
The biggest gang
From the back of the squad car
One-shot rang
Life in the balance
How long can it hang
No yin just yang
God, help us man!
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Growing up on prison gore
I don't cry like them no more
Every time they slam that door
I grow fangs they can't ignore
God is dead or never was
Either way, I break the cross
I see angels walking by
One more raid, and I might fly
I committed no crime, but I knew what they'd do
Said they looking for someone, wouldn't say who
But then I saw the cuffs and I knew what they'd do
Scripture torn and laced in red
Stitched between the things I said
All my thoughts are tapped and read
All my idols cold and dead
Тузы сидят а суки стерегут
Нам колыбельные пел Миша Круг
И в детском саду вместо кукол
Гантели, ток, щипцы, утюг
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Police come
They draw their guns
Pop pop pop
Not a chance to run
Body on the ground
That's someone's son
They don't give a fuck
Just another dead one
Patrol my block
Harassin my people
Profile the ones
Who speak up we see those
Stories on the news
Yet people refuse
To see what's in view
Blinded it's true
The boys in blue
The biggest gang
From the back of the squad car
One-shot rang
Life in the balance
How long can it hang
No yin just yang
God, help us man!
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Born with chains on wrists
Saints don't pray for girls like this
Ice so tight it cuts my wrists
It's not Cartier, it's from police
Growing up on prison gore
I don't cry like them no more
Every time they slam that door
I grow fangs they can't ignore
God is dead or never was
Either way, I break the cross
I see angels walking by
One more raid, and I might fly
