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No escape

Once I walked under dark another’s sky
Thousand ideas wandered in my head at that night,
The smell of purest rain made my soul get high
And drops washed off the rest of terrestrial life.
In that divine moment I felt sharp pain 
My heard turned cold but it wasn’t for rain.
It’s to heart – to understand that can’t replay
When hate own world and can’t go away.
Forget this shit, just smoke out one more booze
You don’t give a fuck when got nothing to lose.
Just look at the saving gate again
And realize that’s too late, no choice it’s fate.

Chorus: To die in your own world by your belief’s sword.
Hate me? Yeah babe I’m at one's best tonight
C’mon bitch lets play, let’s fight.
Chorus: Just to die under own sky for something light in this life.
Get rave with me, catch my rhythm. (Volley shots).
Fuck, that’s not honest. Was it your heard beat?

Never trust to people – that’s the main rule!!!
You call it trip, I tell you – fool.
Just take for gospel: to live amount harpies – became wolf. 
So be it. Wolves pack attack, watch out get back!
That’s the real world which we’re living in
Every time every day we’re walking along minefield!
When enemies waiting for your scream, your fare
They’ll make your life nightmare.
Babe, let your rage free and realize that live became easy
But shouldn’t play to long, - can lose control.
Like me babe, I’m in it for a long time
And still can’t make my soul smile.

Chorus: To die in your own world by your belief’s sword
Hate me? Yeah babe I’m at one's best tonight
C’mon bitch let’s play, let’s fight.
Chorus: Just to die under own sky for something light in this life
Come with me, catch my rhythm. (Volley shots).
Fuck, that’s not honest. Was it your heard beat?


Conclusion (verdict):
You wanna change this world? You wanna fight?
What happened to you? Wake up! 
All of this stories about better days                                   
It’s like blow out one’s brains.
Remember Shakur? Once he said:
“When my heard can beat no more
I hope I die for a principle or a belief
That I have lived for.”
Don’t you remember what happened to him?
Enough deceive oneself, stop lie to us,
We got no friends, there’s no more trust. 
I’ve so tiered to look for salvation
We all are in da hopeless situation
I’m going under, I can’t exist so anymore
She betrayed me, she brought me to fall
That’s why I let my soul go.

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