paroles de chanson Love and Truth - Jaeti

As the sun closes down on the terrain
Fists that fly
In fights causing weak wrists to cry
I kiss goodbye
This life if I could kiss the sky
I choose not to
Speaking in tongues
Like slang Bantu

Walk with it
Talk with it
No matter how dark the heart gets it
Penetrates to demonstrate we innovate to get a plate to eat off
Dig my cleats in the dirt
Making my hits the ones to lead off
Base hits
In this life that's never basic
Replace peace with raised fists to demonstrate this
I hate this
Bunting and running toward the base is sick
Forget that bunting stuff
I'm going for the fence
First, is education
Get as much as I can get
Second, put my money in my own establishment
Third, invest the revenue
The future for my seed
Home is where the heart is
Take care of the fam, indeed
Out of the park
Life is like a rollercoaster
I touch home and beat my chest like Sammy Sosa
Return to the dugout
Get me some dap
I leave the whole world wondering if it was a corked bat
Advantage
Whether hollowed out wood or cold steel
I realize the industry's not a balanced playing field

Love and truth

As the sun closes down on the terrain
Fists that fly
In fights causing weak wrists to cry
I kiss goodbye
This life if I could kiss the sky
I choose not to
Speaking in tongues
Like slang Bantu

I walk to the rhythm of the wind
Without a corner to bend
The street bends me
Mold back
Through the elasticity
Of my personality
True endangered species
Black man take hold of gravity
In grave situations I'm cursed with vocal clarity
In love with the art
The truth is trapped in tragedy
Tragically shown the sins of men are like a cyclone
We're trapped in it
Round we go
'Til we relax in it
Whether the facts is in it
Is unknown
Sit on my thoughts until their full grown
And hatch from my subconscious barrier
Then I train my thoughts to fly
Letting wisdom be my air craft carrier
Mind boggling
Thoughts explode when
My brain kit is fully loaded
Busting out like the Trojans
Incognito
I love this music like Stretch and Bobbito
Is this love?
Homeboy, what do we know?
Absolutely too much
Yet a whole lot of nothing
When percussion starts pumping
How many people really saying something?
Not too many
I pray to God when satan's in me
And bust a rhyme when I'm feeling empty

Love and truth

As the sun closes down on the terrain
Fists that fly
In fights causing weak wrists to cry
I kiss goodbye
This life if I could kiss the sky
I choose not to
Speaking in tongues
Like slang Bantu

Hot streets
$20 sacks of weed and concrete
Bomb beats bang from back seats
Blue suits and flat feet
Flags are blazin'
Engaging with the minds of cave men
Digesting hatred in the cities we're enslaved in
I hear the sirens
My mind is like uncharted islands
Deep as my thoughts
You look into my closing eyelids
The world is lifeless
Look into Lucifer's likeness
Truth and gospel
We sell our souls for checks and stipends
And honesty's unseen
We fiend for popularity
And live the commercial
Toss back lagers for therapy
Burns my soul
I see my life going down the rabbit hole
I wish our goals didn't assault the globe
For all this
I consider gain and risk
Smiles and hatred
Riches and the wisdom
Meditate off break beats
Bass cracks the platelets
So don't fake it
And talk about keeping it real
Then hide behind the lies
When the truth is revealed

Love and Truth
Love

As the sun closes down on the terrain
Fists that fly
In fights causing weak wrists to cry
I kiss goodbye
This life if I could kiss the sky
I choose not to
Speaking in tongues
Like slang Bantu

Love
Truth