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Struggle Jennings

Wild Eyes

 

Wild Eyes

(альбом: The Widow's Son - 2019)


Uh
Daddy wasn't home
Momma raised a thug
The life I gravitated toward she never didn't judge
But she never judged, her love was unconditional
Probation conditional, evidence admissible
Tears on her ivory keys, glory in the lyrics
Singing gods praise to anybody who could hear it
The end she doesn't fear it, words written in red
Iron weighs her down, but the girl lifting her head
Son chasing bread, searching for some soul food
When she preaches come, he says "I'm in no mood"
Carnivore; never satisfied by tofu
Wild eyes blind to what he's 'bout to go through

Living on a prayer, got a pocket full of stones
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
Wild eyes, wild eyes
Living on a prayer, me against the world
Mommas boy chasing the devils little girl
Wild eyes, wild eyes

I'm borrowed time, living off mommas prayers
The only one to ever see through all his rugged layers
Nobody really cares, banging me against the world
In the bottom of the black sea, fishing for a pearl
Listen to the words, missing all the meanings
Deal going down, should probably sit it out this evening
Devil on his shoulder, he gotta hit this lick
This what you been waiting on, and after this you can quit
Butterfly's got him sick, something don't seem kosher
Cops or the robbers go with or without the toaster
Now verdicts on the poster, candles burning blue
Wild eyes blind to what he's 'bout to go through

Living on a prayer, got a pocket full of stones
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
Wild eyes, wild eyes
Living on a prayer, me against the world
Mommas boy chasing the devils little girl
Wild eyes, wild eyes

Pull in to the parking lot, dash for the cash
Homie in the back, killer in the stash
Shawty actin funny, she don't even count the money
Then she strikes off running, right then he see it coming
Blue lights, black vests, everything is slow-mo
Hands in the air, throw them keys out the window
Karma from his past is catching up with his ass
Then he laughs as his momma says "this too shall pass"
Handcuffs click, prison doors shut
Judge looks down and says 57 months
His kingdom disappears, a lot of friends follow suit
His wild eyes open and he finally see the truth

Living on a prayer, got a pocket full of stones
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
Wild eyes, wild eyes
Living on a prayer, me against the world
Mommas boy chasing the devils little girl
Wild eyes, wild eyes

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