paroles de chanson Where Did the Sun Go? - Foreign Beggars
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
Ayo,
where
did
the
sun
go?
Erased
by
the
cars
Abghas,
Haze
and
gun
smoke
Through
the
rain
as
I
speak
my
bars
The
light
of
the
streets
delete
the
stars
The
air
that
we
breathe
is
poison
and
People
wear
fake
tan
to
avoid
the
sun
Like
a
demon
child
that
destroys
its
mum
Eaten
up
from
the
inside
like
horsemen
from
Troy
My
lungs
are
jet
black
and
cancerous
Gasoline,
nicotine
and
Ganja
spliffs
Damage
is
done
like
when
arms
handlers
Had
me
praying
for
change
like
a
thousand
mantises
Pursue
goodness
and
loot
the
righteous
Dark
circling
computer
nightmares
We
cruise
lightyears
Recruiting
the
future
fighters
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
I
write
the
sickest
raps
that
bring
it
back
to
the
natural
elements
Iller
than
twisted
cats
with
twenty
kids
in
backward
settlements
Settling
for
less
than
ten
pence
for
a
day's
wage
It's
this
rap
game's
baiter
than
ancient
ways
of
racial
hatred
With
thoughts
contagiously
spawning
new
waves
of
anger
Damaging
innocent
minds
that
wanna
rhyme
'cos
they're
none
the
wiser
I
flow
more
than
two
rival
tides
in
a
violent
ocean
Riding
the
undercurrents
of
bodies
writhing
in
tribal
motion
Survive
on
the
vital
potion
Liquid
swords
of
frozen
soul
food
Holding
the
pole
position
only
stroll
with
wholly
bold
few
But
I'm
sure
by
the
rise
of
the
next
cycle
we'll
be
forgotten
Confided
in
dry
tears
by
the
wayside
with
mind's
rotten
Fight
for
the
common
cause
in
the
plight
for
the
defiant
brother
Whose
only
hope
to
find
soul
is
in
a
bottle
or
a
lonely
gutter
If
only
truths
were
uttered
every
time
our
mouths
were
open
We'd
be
halfway
to
the
promised
land
with
the
vision
of
cowards
broken
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
I'm
a
starving
artist
who
harnessed
the
force
of
the
beat
I
talk
to
my
peeps
who
walk
in
their
sleep
Through
dimly
lit
Victorian
streets
Where
the
law
of
the
beasts
is
enforced
by
police
Ignoring
the
shrieks
and
silent
screams
Violent
scenes,
grey
smog
hides
sun's
vibrant
beams
Tyrants
seek
to
make
loot
in
grey
suits
Caught
in
the
same
loop
but
can't
break
loose
The
hate
the
hate
produced
takes
root,
shapes
youths
And
grows
into
Billie
Holiday's
strange
fruit
The
rotten
apple
he
picked
from
the
trees
The
sick
and
diseased
To
it's
pips
and
it's
seeds
The
wickedest
fiends
Trick
and
deceive
The
victims
bereaved
Mans
are
addicted
to
greed
But
wealth
corrupts
Til
you
self-destruct
Our
target
is
to
uplift
and
help
you
up
What
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
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