Deep Breez, Juba - Wall текст песни

My views are my own, my blues are my own
My crew chop, schools scatter. Said, «I just came home»
Riders blockage like. The
On the moon ‘til I found my voice and my true cool
I’m true-school, alpha, and omega, the parts on the paper
The darkest of thoughts, lightest of hearts, Ellison’s
Rinehart. The magical real for Gabrielle
They write about my daughter as well. To her, I would tell
The worst of my sins as sort of cautionary tale just
Like Lucky did since the day that I could spell
Never made the same mistakes twice. He gave me a cross
To bear. Officer off of the chair ‘cause somewhere
In America are Jubas who confused why they’re suffering. Is it God don’t love ‘em? Or ‘cause life on Earth is worth nothing?
You know I tear you up with pop hits and dance
Tunes, but I want you ready—go to get your chair
Soon. All my homies, I Told ‘em watch the sky to see you tripping. I looked to the
Stars and said, «Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye»
Build a wall, kill ‘em all
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. Hey, hey!
Build a wall, kill ‘em all. North American
This on some arrogance, ignores it all and only calls
Its own soil «American.» Some claim they need to see
Votes to know what’s happening. It’s happening now, to be Specific. Intriguing—at the same time, horrific
This monolithic montage of politics blah-blah
You swallow it—glob, glob—then get robbed. Cycle repeat
Proof positive the more you repeat. Any
Process, the product depletes. That’s the knowledge
Drug dealers are proud of thugs and even cowards. No Switch up your shit. At least add a tune to it That «can it be we’re going to the moon?» to it. Instead, it Got a hint of doom to it. I zoom-zoom to it That darkness that I remember from the womb fluid
I held it like I was immune to it That «crush, kill, devour» or «flower and bloom» to it
I grew attuned to it, now
Have to make the music and use it to navigate
A room through it