Lyrics Broken - Slaine
This
for
my
dudes
Who
have
broken
dreams
The
talents
and
skills
to
be
whatever
they
wanted
But
somewhere
along
the
line
Their
dreams
got
lost
man
It's
Knuckles,
Slaine
what's
good
man?
Trump,
let's
get
it
in
I
remember
Jay
Rich
we
grew
up
together
Spittin
game
at
little
dames
trying
to
fuck
whatever
10
years
old,
already
with
a
lust
for
cheddar
He
was
smart
though,
for
real
the
young
buck
was
clever
A
few
years
went
by,
we
still
stuck
together
Plottin
armed
robberies
to
get
bucks
for
leathers
Played
with
guns,
it
was
fun
to
clutch
Berettas
But
up
in
school
my
dude
still
had
his
stuff
together
On
the
court
he
would
score,
I
would
scream
on
the
refs
(that
ain't
no
foul)
He
used
to
study
on
the
low,
I
would
cheat
on
the
test
When
he
started
sellin
crack
said
it
was
easy
to
chef
Then
I
heard
he
caught
a
body
stabbed
a
fiend
in
the
steps
I
needed
a
breath,
his
dream
was
to
grow
up
to
be
rich
To
be
a
astronaut
with
a
house
and
the
V6
But
he
switched,
the
streets
turned
to
man
to
a
goon
I
always
thought
he'd
be
the
first
black
man
on
the
moon,
damn
I,
just
don't
know
why,
my
eyes
won't
cry
Guess
that
they're
broken
These
lies,
mask
and
disguise,
my
past
I
can't
hide
I
guess
that
I'm
broken
Yeah...
the
sidewalks
are
lined
with
trap
doors
The
city
maze
is
impossible
to
escape
All
the
shitty
days
that
remind
us
of
environments
so
mindless
And
violence
is
followed
by
foot
chases
and
sirens
Leap
frog
with
police
dogs,
dirty
piece
tossed
Palms
greased
cause
these
pigs
gotta
eat
more
Phil
had
the
I'll
took
connect
down
in
B-more
Every
other
week
it's
up
and
down
like
a
seesaw
Cold
blooded
beast,
dude
even
fed
his
niece
raw
Used
to
be
a
good
girl,
turned
to
a
cheap
whore
Nowadays
everybody's
caught
up
in
that
street
law
They
found
that
bitch's
body
blue,
down
by
the
seashore
I
ain't
write
shit
to
glorify
it
or
exaggerate
I
ain't
write
these
lyrics
to
be
shockin
or
to
agitate
Every
other
week
it
seems
I
see
another
tragic
wake
Inside
this
broken
world
full
of
kids
who
never
had
a
break
This
life
is
real,
got
friends
doin
life
in
jail
And
we
all
tryin
to
eat
so
we
fight
for
meals
Never
been
the
type
to
squeal,
I
stand
on
my
own
two
Funny
how
when
you
broke
your
people
disown
you
The
actuality
of
this
life,
is
stabbin
me
with
a
knife
You
see
the
flames
when
the
heaters
ignite
Fiends
with
a
pipe,
hustlers
movin
greed
in
the
night
The
demon's
in
sight,
the
devil
still
schemin
is
trife
And
all
I
see,
is
this
beast
that
keeps
eating
it's
young
Deceit
and
lies
from
the
serpent
that's
the
media's
tongue
On
the
surface
it
would
seem
easy
for
me
to
become
Drunk
on
hard
liquor,
chewin
pills,
I
need
to
be
numb
Not
to
sound
stupid
really,
I
don't
mean
to
be
dumb
But
all
it
takes
where
I'm
from
is
a
scheme
and
a
gun
And
a
whip
and
a
bitch
and
some
coke
and
a
drink
And
some
balls
and
a
crew,
shit
I'm
broke
and
I
think
Yeah
I'm
broken
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