Fathers and Sons
Fathers and sons are goin together
Who will separate them or maybe whatever
Can happen that break the tradition today
If son or the father choose the wrong way
For little he smokin' and drinkin, no future for him
Besides father were leadin' whole time life of sin
Instead of teachin his lil man
He givin a pistol into his virgin hand
Knock him out off the house with a penny in pocket
And no avalible for talkin small mouth
First time young brother cryin' cuz nobody help him
I see him dyin', I'm scared what the case will be
But he as a man still walkin for free
Learnt talkin' for free and now killin around with no fear
Gettin' money from deal or puttin' drug dealers in graves
All the streets are frightened and not a man who don't know his face
Livin' such a gangsta life he'll be dead soon and have no wife
So he have no son even life is done
And nothing to add though you can make with somebody your way to bed
Will he be father as his father was
Only just f**kin' bitches and hoes
But a small percentage still in his heart
That something change that don't let him bad
I didn't have father who smokin' and drinkin'
He was good he was all time thinkin'
About his family, wife and kids
The general problem was how children feeds
Soon my father died, but I am not cryin'
Tryin get through and hope I'm not liein'.
Last Day
Look outside one more day has gone
What u did in here? how u get the sum?
How long u've been in and how long u cried?
That was maybe case when u ready to die
Who will get u back when u are to smack?
Who will care for u? maybe life ain't true
It is rain in street and the evil's comin'
But there's nothin changin Bagdat still bombin'
People still sellin' drugs on the corners
And police still keepin catch them and form us
But they all don't see world gonna die
Soon every ray of a sun say us goodbye
And noone cud change the status of yours
Everything will be ended closed all doors
All the ciggars will be smoked last time
For the government luck no places 4 crime
So no places to live and grow own kids
No more fields where the dealer feeds
Livin' in hell will u think about brother
Guess if u remember your own father
Cuz there's untime to be luck and laugh
No medcine sold to get well from cough
All papers are written' all the books are read
Some people at home lay with hole in head
It is time of fo' fo's, it is time of killin'
Have we chance to live or have chance to feel in?
Tellin truth u the last to stand
Picture me with the bomb in hand...
Пока это все, остальные кидать не буду...вдруг слишком понравятся и кто-нить сопрет
..... про питьё ты гонишь, чел.... фраза Birthdays was the worst days...now we drink shampaigne when we thurst-ay...означает, что дни рождения проходили хуёво (денег не было на подарки, к примеру)....теперь пъём шампанское, чтоб жажду уталить... (разбогател, типа...)..смотри, как здорово, одним простейшим предложением он показал разницу между ЕГО прошлым и настоящим.... мастер....тебе наверное строк 10 понадобилось, чтоб это объяснить...
