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The Seige

Wasteland

 

Wasteland

(альбом: Act I: WasteLAnd - 2016)


So There I Was
Stranded, sweat on my brow and rage in my heart
But I continued up that piece of shit mountain
Now, I don't know if it was the blazing sun beating down on me or just my mind playing tricks on me but... I began to feel the gaze of a thousand eyes preying down on me
Reality began to set in
But this reality isn't actuality in this fucked up, twisted and contorted spit of land
Now I've heard the stories bout' men never coming back, and the few that did, well, they weren't men so much, not after what had been done to them
I traveled through the valley of Savages where ill hearted vultures outweigh the innocence of what mankind used to be
And yet I knew, this was only the beginning

Y'all know me
Still the same old Siege, everything low-key
Chasing fame, ain't shit really changed but the name but the flow still so unholy
No friends, no need
Need a Jolie nigga middle finger to the police
Mad at me because I actually had some dreams passed bagging up groceries
Now days everybody wanna talk, been a king since I learned how to walk
Get down low mother fucker pay homage, people got eyes but they still stay blinded
Welcome to the place where Faith can't find us
End of the world nigga everything timeless
Born in the wild, please don't mind us
Cause when you in the jungle you can't tame lions, God
Going dumb on the beat, pack come through leave blood on street
Only thing left is bones in our teeth, everything on fire that's gorgeous to me
What can I say yo a man's gotta eat
I done seen good friends just lie through their teeth
Keep shit real no snakes in the team man
Your ass can't grow till' you yank all the weeds
Hold up, stop the rhyme
I ain't in a rush got lots of time
I ain't never really been the talking kind
Niggas change more times than Optimus Prime
Shady ass dudes can't stop the shine, it's a whole lot of cops doing lots of crime
While the innocent men doing all the time
The real Wasteland ain't hard to find

Deal after deal, contract after contract and still nothing was full proof
It was time to cut their throats before they slit mine
It was more than about saving the girl and bringing her back, nah, this was about respect
Because you see in the Wasteland respect is the only dignity a man has left when dealing with such monsters
There's really only two types of people: humans, and monsters; and these mother fuckers... they was monsters

Y'all know us
Still saying real stuff
Ain't shit changed up
Walk through the land where the demons live
I just wanna stay real like Geppetto's kid
Turn up the bass hoe raise the mids, see even as a kid I saw lots of shit
People thought I never would amount to shit
A blood test only time you niggas positive
Now days everybody wanna talk, got bars like a hand full of chalk
They say I got em' up in arms, I'm racially charged
God damn, frankly I'm shocked
Politicking, we just want to know if God is listening
This what happens when too many fathers missing
Heating up and you dudes can't stop the friction
Never cut a man's throat but the thought is tempting
I'm a son of a gun guess that means I'm a bullet, my shit is the truest
I wonder if Lincoln would sit in that booth if he knew it, would change up the future
A thousand more years couldn't make me wiser
Can't see the truth till' you change the visor
The truth ain't always as far as it seems, ain't nothing but sand in the land of the Kings

As the winds lashed across her soft skin I glanced upon the work I did; 5 dead men, but the only one I overlooked was the only one that mattered
The same knife that was pressed against her neck was now eight inches deep in the center of my back
Face down, sand turned red she left me for dead, as I watched her walk further into the Wasteland
Now, if there's one thing I learned: the industry, she's a real fucking bitch

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