Lyrics:
I pay.
I live to fight.
Homicide for a Lie.
I Feel the Anger.
I Feel the Pain,
Smashing in his Brain.
Feel the pressure,
Feel the Gun
made the trade, made it anyway. You're in a rush to grow, when you got engaged, it was a Saturday.
Take your time, let it float away.
Let the current
jazz called rap
Where it's at, bring it back
Because it is an ill format
(Repeat)
Once upon a time not long ago
When all the cats went to hear
Another cop another gun
Another way to end my fun
Another fucking power game
Hate in Law enforcement name
Black and white or gold and blue
My
I'm strolling in the old town
I breathe the air of a different time
When the city heart still beated
Now we run on overtime
Someone stole
alcohol you die here's your napalm you work here's your six pack you rent here's your couch you buy here's your gun you die to get the fuck out in ignorance
at the pad, ya thought you were bad
Got your stash up in the wall but there's a gun to your head
And you're gonna be dead
Unless ya cut a deal with the law
All
[Chorus]
Oi, Oi, Oi is the call
Oi, Oi, Oi, do it all
Oi, Oi, Oi before the flame dies
Don't give in, don't compromise,
That's what I'm told by
bored so you can’t stay the same
In pain you feel safe
In poison you trust
Numb by the joy of cold cigarette ash
Hopelessly blind just believe time will
bored so you can’t stay the same
In pain you feel safe
In poison you trust
Numb by the joy of cold cigarette ash
Hopelessly blind just believe time will
just a radar blip
well I'm not saying that I'm not affected by your femenine such and such
I'm saying that I like you(like you, Like you) I like you Very
it's a serious problem we got,
when there's lack of respect, leads to death by the sharks,
it don't happen in Australia yet, how long have we got?
before
seem right
It keeps you up at night
Oh it hunts you in your sleep
Laj daj daj daj daj daj daj
But you remember the time, you were just a little boy
show you the
kindaman I am do you wanna know
who made me what I am He's the
one who reaps us one by one
and He wants you so throw away
your gun 'cause if
she forgot other boys
its over you better start buying the toys
there was no intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your
of their hands
Dance the golden-paved streets, in the land of
Divided peoples, some live by their roots
What's the label on the gun?
How many times did
reversing
I stay forward keep it pushing that's for certain
By the end of next year im a cop a ghost
And if I don't the rapping gon get put on hold
So I
Cause he has lost his mind and there is no hope
She will beguile him with her charms
And in no time he's in her arms
And you're left asking yourself when
It's every damn morning
Looking out the window on my way to work
As a real man I stand by my word
And I really don't know how to feel about this
gun and get up for a kill
My name is called but I shoot still
My barrel emptied, my captain shouts
On the whistle we'll all charge out
One by one we
And it's like, I know I'm a good person (Egonbeup)
But I'm so fucked up in my head (I don't be thinking straight)
And I be crying out for help in
Sometimes I'm not myself
Somedays I take my time
Enthusiastic, relaxed and active
Willing to give it a try
Tired out, burnt to a crisp
Taking
a pencil lead,
I’m the greatness mama bread,
My mental health so f’d up, i wish i had gun tucked up, I’m running out - i lucked up, i wanna die, man so
rolled in 5
Mandem backstrap we don’t do frontstrap
If u know us man you know we let guns clap
I got the young boys live like the rugrats
We don’t
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