Songtexte Falling Rain - Krown
                                                From 
                                                my 
                                                eyelids 
                                                flow 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                emotion 
                                                young 
                                                devotion 
                                                stuck 
                                                in 
                                                ghetto 
                                                ways
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                doing 
                                                things, 
                                                moving 
                                                wisdom 
                                                true 
                                                    a 
                                                kiong 
                                                am 
                                                born 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                schooling 
                                                rhythm
 
                                    
                                
                                                Natural 
                                                go 
                                                against 
                                                the 
                                                system 
                                                of 
                                                minimum 
                                                wages 
                                                imitate 
                                                3k 
                                                lynching 
                                                slaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                trees 
                                                with 
                                                grey 
                                                headed 
                                                figures 
                                                pipe 
                                                eating 
                                                tobacco 
                                                breath 
                                                inhaling
 
                                    
                                
                                                South 
                                                Sudan 
                                                is 
                                                where 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                rests, 
                                                cursed 
                                                to 
                                                burning 
                                                wounds 
                                                of 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                Receiving 
                                                    a 
                                                kind 
                                                guest 
                                                give 
                                                blood 
                                                sacrifice 
                                                fuck 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                test 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                order 
                                                we 
                                                jumping 
                                                undoing 
                                                these 
                                                knots
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                plot 
                                                to 
                                                block 
                                                extra 
                                                time 
                                                wasting 
                                                Run 
                                                fast 
                                                the 
                                                track 
                                                is 
                                                short 
                                                finished
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                your 
                                                mark 
                                                get 
                                                set 
                                                up 
                                                done 
                                                the 
                                                race 
                                                is 
                                                over 
                                                my 
                                                tactibility
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bags 
                                                every 
                                                city 
                                                    a 
                                                racist 
                                                soldier 
                                                my 
                                                centerpiece 
                                                hates 
                                                roaches 
                                                And 
                                                centipedes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Save 
                                                roses 
                                                for 
                                                enemies 
                                                take 
                                                notice 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                forever 
                                                delayed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Informing 
                                                you 
                                                fake 
                                                cats 
                                                Stiff 
                                                your 
                                                whiskers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wait 
                                                wait 
                                                surrender 
                                                after 
                                                falling 
                                                rain 
                                                the 
                                                break 
                                                break
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                get 
                                                decipher 
                                                my 
                                                days 
                                                better 
                                                shake 
                                                shake
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                dirty 
                                                palms 
                                                gripping 
                                                    a 
                                                bible
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reading 
                                                psalms 
                                                much 
                                                pain 
                                                and 
                                                greasy 
                                                barns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Protecting 
                                                the 
                                                haystack 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                falling 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Falling 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glassless 
                                                windows 
                                                curtains 
                                                are 
                                                movies 
                                                without 
                                                the 
                                                action 
                                                cut 
                                                back 
                                                pat
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                duties 
                                                murder 
                                                trenches 
                                                who 
                                                knew 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Falling 
                                                rain 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                crescent 
                                                moon 
                                                through 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                travel 
                                                barefooted 
                                                trusting 
                                                nothing 
                                                intuitions 
                                                reigning 
                                                over 
                                                magical 
                                                movements
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tragical 
                                                moments 
                                                trife 
                                                humanity 
                                                beefing 
                                                humanity 
                                                even 
                                                skeletons 
                                                got 
                                                grudges 
                                                on 
                                                Skeletons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pigeons 
                                                waging 
                                                war 
                                                on 
                                                pelicans 
                                                hate 
                                                became 
                                                the 
                                                oxygen
 
                                    
                                
                                                Better 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                good 
                                                old 
                                                peace
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                deaded 
                                                in 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                grandparents 
                                                left 
                                                with 
                                                it, 
                                                inherited
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dumping 
                                                your 
                                                soul 
                                                defending 
                                                it 
                                                from 
                                                default 
                                                disappearance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Demons 
                                                appearing 
                                                as 
                                                angels
 
                                    
                                
                                                Decorating 
                                                hell 
                                                pretty 
                                                fucked 
                                                up 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                does
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                    a 
                                                brother 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                something 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                fam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Falling 
                                                rain 
                                                    I 
                                                need 
                                                    a 
                                                fan 
                                                to 
                                                cool 
                                                this 
                                                heat
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                cool 
                                                deceit 
                                                had 
                                                them 
                                                thinking 
                                                the 
                                                throne
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                coolest 
                                                seat, 
                                                forgetting 
                                                the 
                                                price
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                pay 
                                                heavy 
                                                    a 
                                                fine 
                                                    i 
                                                hope 
                                                you 
                                                find 
                                                reparations
 
                                    
                                
                                                Should 
                                                    I 
                                                sign 
                                                    a 
                                                peace 
                                                agreement 
                                                to 
                                                settle 
                                                the 
                                                mental 
                                                war 
                                                going 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sacrificing 
                                                my 
                                                life 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                falling 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Mothers Cry
2 Wise Brother Speaks Intro
3 Enough
4 Trials N Tribulations
5 My People
6 Lack of Understanding
7 Sudanese Lullaby
8 Waiting for What
9 Waiting for Payment
10 Let Us Live
11 Moyn Engu Loi
12 She's Pregnant
13 Dowry
14 Baby Cry Interlude
15 Little Boy (In the Ghetto)
16 Falling Rain
17 Hold the Flag Outro: Kabulo
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