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Регистрация: 01.10.2006 Откуда: Славный город Иркутск |
21 октября 2006, 16:51
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| My true. Heh , its funny , way back i forgot about the rest ,
Even now i cant do full sigh by my chest, i ve began to make my own money,
My parents are drunkards , and i say it not for rhymey
Ye , they were silent , and could ensure my desires
Sometimes when i cursed with them i wanted to kill them , damn
When they were unjust , they always reminded me about my dependence ,
And once i decided to dispose of this vassalage , they ve lost my love
Father said "Fuck you ,ungrateful " , i said "Fuck you too , i am fed , its enough"
Lines are inadequate , for all my thoughts ,damn, i was good in maths,
With my friend we began to break law , I dreamt to run ,
to have my own home , never hear this grinding boozy howl ,
Only i had , was role model , for imitation ,
It was american gangsta , thereat i didnt see borders ,
Thieving , sellin , robbin , again thievin ,
I understood , previous life was boring , it was nothing
Then we got our little quarter , little tv , little tape recorder
As i said i forgot about rest , but it was well ,
I ve got self sufficiency , this life moment was best ,
But it ended , this bitch betrayed me , he sold me to police,
I ve hardly extricated , but i ve made it , and i found him ,
And gave back him , i havent kill him , but dont think im not competent,
I was brokin his face , brokin his bones , by small doses ,
Later , i had known , this bitch sold all we had ,ALL,
I ve began new life again , returned to parents , nobody cure themselves,
Beer is all they need ,so they made appearance like nothin happened .
Now i live in their flat and dont note them ,studiyng and rapping for my soul,
I didnt left my grimey businesses , stealing , selling someway ,
lookin for way to run away . |