paroles de chanson Tower of Cards - Mr. J. Medeiros

Coming out of my mouth
Vocal drumming like my tongue was Don Brewer
On a house of cards summoning the coming down
Few are amused by the dumbing down
I choose the underground
Thumbing down contracts fused by a number dial
Ever wonder how to loose star thunder
How to bruise that name you got two cars under
Well leverage is a tool start from it
If your jewels out weigh you
Then you too far under the debt line
The get by any means necessary
Be a dead minds scheme and a temporary gain
These dreams be the same that line cemeteries
For the same fiends find weight in my sentence carried
State to state be the street wise seminary
Save your plate cus its feeding time
On any variation of beat I find I try to speak to
Cus I ain't got the patience or time
To sleep through nothin

History will mirror its run-ins
If Mr. J. Medeiros ain't fearlessly running
History will mirror its run-ins
If Boonie Mayfield ain't fearless
Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
A bang your head a bang your head
A bang your head, a bang your head
A bang your head to the beat if your fearless

I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks
Cooling for two blocks to school got my jewel rocked
Till a fool caught I stay in mamas jewel box
I need the tools those from Juice Crew got
Be it foot loose or not I see it as a cooked goose
Pop music got a pot to stew it in I knew it then
Before they through it in
I flew the pen and got my foot loose
The moral choose the end
In which the means got the good excuse
Now what's the hoods excuse
Is it the shadow of a place or the shadow on a face
The mask of the shallow of hope added disgrace
The act of the gallows the rope an added lace
And the they add it to the chase of cool
Replacing they school with a run way
A fool on a one way
A tool for the Mondays
Who knew we were the ones played
Boonie will they see the sun he says one day

History will mirror its run-ins
If Mr. J. Medeiros ain't fearlessly running
History will mirror its run-ins
If Boonie Mayfield ain't fearless
Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
A bang your head a bang your head
A bang your head, a bang your head
A bang your head to the beat if your fearless