Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Інтерфейс


Рівень складності


Акцент



мова інтерфейсу

uk

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зареєструватись / увійти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Та/Або підтримай мене в соц. мережах:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Soul Glo

John J

 

John J

(альбом: Diaspora Problems - 2022)


Every morning we congregate on top of this mass grave that we call a nation
With each step snakes with their minds imprisoned in hellfire hiss at me about taking the high ground
I try to behead them with my heel with each step
For fifteen years I looked at life as what luck did
Despite my talks with myself that ended with "fuck it"
I'm talking from the time a nigga first tried to kill himself
Before any effort was made to understand my mental health
One day I smoked and drank everything and put John J in my mouth
Just to know the feel, nigga, just to know the taste of the steel, nigga
And in any hand this put the bunnies on any real nigga
But in my motherfucking hand this shit gon' erase a gravy seal, nigga
Fuck the inbreds up in Fish and fuck the fucking 26th
Fuck Jim Kenney, he frail as shit and folds too quick to suck rich dick
It's been fuck right-wing off the rip
Still liberals are more dangerous
Still liberals are more dangerous
Still liberals are
Sworn enemies, fake friends
Wanna kill you all, wanna kill you all
Sworn enemies, fake friends
I wanna kill you all

Punk pig police fun is making niggas suffer
Doing fuck all they want with they badge numbers covered
Stuck in a world constantly assessing the worth of a life
In the backward system of capitalism, I fetch a low ass price
Northeast rednecks with bats fight with police backup around the corner
Marching down Girard knowing the precinct's gonna escort them
Outside playing pretend soldier because they think the force will court them
Standing tall on Target stores thinking they snipers and not fucking corny
Anyone who's on reform is really an informant
I take the bullet, you take the ballot, peaceful protest is fucking boring
Between torching PD's and taking knees, oh my God, I choose the former
You can eat this dick and swallow the whole clip on God and on Chris Dorner

Sworn enemies, fake friends
How can you tell the difference?
Sworn enemies, fake friends
I wanna kill you all
Sworn enemies, fake friends
I wanna kill you all, wanna kill you all
Sworn enemies, fake friends
I wanna kill you all

What I think, what I say, what I ideate
Three weights, three needs to medicate
Who I am, where I am every time I wake
Eyes open and again the dream was fake
Eyes open and again I'm tempting fate
Eyes open and again I am unsafe
Eyes open and again I'm on 15th seeing twenty police run toward me to protect a bank
I know where my house is, Mike
I'm tryna set a fire tonight
I wanna see a blaze that reaches a height
It can lick Heaven and catch the blind eye of Christ

Who is my real family?
Why should we go on?
A world made for no one
Darkness can heal all

Knee deep on the corner, thought of freedom on it
Took rock and rolled back and put some steez on it
Broke the chains and I told 'em I'll never fear
Bloody murder, sheer terror, had to hold tears
In my liberated drip while the coast clears
Marginalized marks on the wall
Yell off the walls and rebel
Sheer terror, bloody murder
Tears of the ghetto

Taking you all with me
No use in running
The flames, they grow higher
Wash away your sins

Firm, firm grip
Let, let fly
There's nothing I can't fix
Pocket solution
No, no sense
No, no use
Now it's just down to me
Darkness can heal all

готово

Ти додав собі всі незнайомі слова із цієї пісні?