Lyrics Lost in Translation - Spit Syndicate

Let it be known, some sins you can never atone,
Gotta settle for together alone,
Better the devil you know than the devil you don't,
But i never kept my enemies close, Nah.
Too much fire in the belly,
Eyes wide to the lies on the telly
I ain't buying what you trying to sell me,
Uh, But I'm ready to ride,
Come and get me I'm the product of the discontent the sworn enemy,
And i aint down with your border protection steeze,
You turn your back on more refugees,
Fuck ya'll and your short memories, Uh!
Every promise made come with a catch,
Just as honor don't come with a badge,
And they won't look you in your face rather one in the back,
Try and put you in your place we ain't running with that. Fuck that!

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Stuck in transit, Lost in translation,
Waiting for somebody to take you home,
And a place to make your own, gotta remember you ain't alone,
It goes stuck in transit, lost in translation,
But i been figuring lately, But i don't know where this road will take me,
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright.

Stick my hand out the window I feel the ticker,
"Sinner i cut grass with Marlee when i was little,"??
Remember cutting class so i could scope out spots with Casey,
Still i respect my mother for the way that she let me do anything that i wanted but wasting time,
What a waste, read the papes headlines,
That train never saw the train coming on the same line,
Another teen slain down main line,
Ya'll see the innocent kids whos got they mates hooked,
Crooked jax thinking they got a case to push,
Place your foot on the track ya'll will be well shooked.
Yellow wax dripping down my empty heads explode,
As i blew out the mole flames that kept me in trouble
Take money fine lines blues never made the heavens open up to you,
My legacies untouchable.

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Stuck in transit, Lost in translation,
Waiting for somebody to take you home,
And a place to make your own, gotta remember you ain't alone,
It goes stuck in transit, lost in translation,
But i been figuring lately, But i don't know where this road will take me,
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright.

(ILLY)
Man, i been trying to draw a line in the sand,
Yea i been trying, I been failing trying to understand,
At what point sipping that cool-aids denying your stance,
So i sip it and spit it back this world aint designed to plans,
Where dreamers advance, you can take that to the bank,
You could let it manifest itself in apathy and angst,
You could, you're within your rights, you could blame it on a man,
But just see how far that gets you when the course you're on is rank.
Cos i swear, feeling helpless never helps,
Man you say it, back it even what's said is never felt,
You want change my brother first steps within yourself,
This shit it don't finish til the curtains fell.
See diggers didn't die, so we could be told lies or sit idly by,
While our lives are decided from outta sight,
So in the name of the truth we stand we fight,
They can outlive us all our words never die. Let's Go!

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Stuck in transit, Lost in translation,
Waiting for somebody to take you home,
And a place to make your own, gotta remember you ain't alone,
It goes stuck in transit, lost in translation,
But i been figuring lately, But i don't know where this road will take me,
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright.

Stuck in transit, even though I'm lost it'll be alright