Lyrics:
away your pain
Your time is coming
Here's to forever - a distant memory
This silent revolution
Wage the war within
Darken all my dreams
Damn my cares
zarzy
Właśnie peszek łapie straszny
Papą wiecznie nie nażarty
Na szamę podatny
Chłop zamyka wagę
A papą dalej głodny
Niedojadek o drugiej w nocy kończy
to America, The Home of The Brave
You get treated like a slave for minimum wage
So we, We gotta take control
Spread knowledge to the youth
Don't let them take
(I)And though we wage war and we battle against other nations With only one thing in our minds. We stand strong in God's might
through a few (bap, bap, bap)
Oi, you niggas better at their wage, I can't even tell guys, "Act their age" (baow)
Twenty-eight, acts younger than me
Who draws our lines of life?
Are we born to sacrifice?
What lesson do we learn?
Is love a wage we earn?
It's the neighbor they said
It's not me
They mourn their faded youth
They wage a war on truth
Stay and be the proof, or get above it
advice
Time is short, life even more
Yet you wage this silly war
Going twice, Going thrice
Guess this means we'll tie the rope today
See, I've been in
nie sein Leid
Warum Du, warum nicht die?
Wage ich ihn nicht zu fragen
Warum Du, warum nicht die?
Und ich kann es ihm nicht sagen
Und ich sehe seine
Amsterdam
Woke up in the morning blind drunk on the street
Six months back wages and dignity gone
But my old boat she kept me afloat
Through wind and bad
Use it to wage a war
Oh motherfuckers these nigga's ain't
Playin me anymore
Never was explained to me how
The fuck I made it, Boy listen
I'm addicted
perfect I know
Can we just work with her tho
I gotta go, I gotta chase, I been in a race
I dropped out of school
I never could say, it's minimum wage
I
don't get my time 'cause you waste me
In that new Jack Black like the 80s
There's some things I push till the daisies
Used to pay no tax on my wages
Cop
Ziel im Wege sind
Ohne faule Kompromisse
Wage dich ans Ungewisse, weise wie ein Kind
Halte gegen Widerstände
Jede Menge Mut parat
Mal' dir Götter
Ding vun d'r Stroß eravstupp"
Do jov et 'ne Knall, d'r Wage wor hin
Denn en dem Karton wor en Wäschmaschin dren
Un dann han se'n en d'r Ärm jenomme
Ärm
yeah
You wouldn't have to wait another day
Raking up these wages
So beyond your wave, yeah
Niggas know no patience
That's why ya'll won't make it
I
im a ill child
Im a standout nigga fuck a "in style"
No change to my ways
Still trynna get paid
I was working slow jobs low wage
Fight for this shit
to wage
and sometimes we should just run
there are things that you bury deep
they will come back to block out the sun
yeah, they'll come back and block
drug taxes instead of minimum wages railed road us right in from of the judges and gave us cages
cnd They say everything that goes up must come down
Masquerade massacre
You don't want to wage war
You tried to play ball and got knocked off the race course
You know it takes thought
You sound like a gaylord
on and through the fray
Coming over trench and wire
Live to fight another day
The spell has been broken
A new way to wage war has come
The future of warfare
For
working for days
Can't keep living off no minimum wage
I've been down before but now I'm a boss
Until I come up short I wish I was tall
But when the pack is
Mother, take care now don't you stop
Brother, brother, you go away
There's a lake in this place we can swim all day
Pages and pages
Wages in cages
Cavement
shitty back then
I'm still missing the days of that minimum wage now I'm tryna get back into dreaming again
"Look at my look at my bag"
"Look at my swag"
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