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Текст (слова) песни: Brother El - Broken Dreams

I`m tired of {motherfuckers} plain and simple, bitin my {shit}
They don`t feel that, nope

One quarter of a century old
Bold, mentally, physically, massive
Visually, altenate, passive
Hope my crafts are tight, heh
I`ll be aight, solo, all fresh dolo
And day and night, I write (I write)
And when the wind blows I fight, I show and prove
Aerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah)
Theory, let loose now gigantic
And move way past stress, don`t regress
I got way too much finesse, heh..
.. son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran over
Talkin bout how you clap, I don`t respect that
Nor shall I wet that
The streets is tough, time is rough
I don`t forget that (I don`t)
See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene
.. heh, nobody cared
I wasn`t prepared, and no one shared
any information, still patient
Waitin for a time to hear my rhyme
.. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnation
Pacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eat
The more you gave, the more I ate
The more disease, the more disease, the more disease
Manifested - please please - in my belly
Floatin like jelly, you can`t tell me
no stories of rough seasons
I`ve been through a lot, huh, and I`m still SCREAMIN..
.. I`m not dreamin.. hah, countdown

Ten.. nine.. eight
Like this, well {fuck} it

Broken dreams, anger, stagnation
I`m pacin, but I`m still patient
Aww man {fuck} that let`s get it together
In my time!

 

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