rainbow

Raised Fist - Working on wood

Tekst :

You came crashing into my life.
You pretend to work on a holy stripe only for whites and your
disciples. A bunch of fools breaking all the rules.
You are filled with hate and It must come out.
Your mouth is closed you don´t scream and shout.
Communication is not in sight. You want to settle this with a nice fight.
I´m working on wood is that understood.
Trying to find anything in his childhood. I´m wasting my time
I´ll never get inside this fuckin´ thick skull.
To fight is your way of speaking. Well let me send you my greetings.
Congratulations to the biggest fool. Dropping of school. Think you´re so cool.
And maybe you´ll reach the stars. Freedom of speech has helped you to go far.
But i guess that fame will end up dead. And you´ll feel so lonely with your shaved head.
You hate everything you need. Compassion, love, and the air that you breath.
If there was a god I´ll pray for you. You hate me, Thats ok, cause I hate you too.

Inne utwory

  • Time for changes
  • Running man
  • The models on tv
  • Envy is dangerous
  • Reduction of hate
  • Different but the same
  • Dedication
  • Twisted debate
  • Untruth
  • Between the demons
  • Wheeling v.1.02
  • Stronger than ever
  • Lesson one
  • Next
  • Give yourself a chance
  • Illustration of desperation
  • Too late to change
  • Losowe utwory

    Ghost world

    Finals blew, I barely knew
    my graduation speech
    and with college our of reach
    if I can t find a job it s down to Dad
    and Myrtle Beach
    So, I m bailing this town - or
    tearing it down - or
    probably more
    like hanging around,
    hanging around
    Everyone I know is acting weird
    or way too cool
    they hang out...

    Freedom is

    Now now I want to see
    All the skyscrapers and the factories
    Crumble down to the ground
    And we ll go walk around and pick
    Through the wreckage scattered
    In the streets.

    Now now I want to see
    Malls with paint peeling...

    Gangsta shit

    Intro: Puffy
    To be, or not to be

    Chorus: Lil Kim
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

    It...

    Fallen angels

    The Devil He Knocks At My Door
    And I Wish He Would Go Away

    He Comes In And Out As He Pleases
    He Bothers Me Night And Day

    Would You Pardon The Pun
    But He Wants Me To Come Out And Play

    Time for changes

    I m trying hard
    To build up a life uncomplete by distraction
    Another question, another reply
    Another temptation you can deny
    Truth is hurting so much
    That cannot be ignored

    Disappointment a fact in life
    I will try to never close my...