paroles de chanson Born This Way - Mr Streetz

Yeah
It's taken over 6 million years of evolving
To get to where we are today
To get here
To get to Mr Streetz
But now I'm here
Evolution EP
Come on
Man I came from the deepest darkest pit
So you know that I don't play games
And there's times I would fall right back
To the point where I felt I was touching flames
So when I'm out grinding stone or
Forging steel then hell's been raised
Come and test with the one man army
Don't run, there'll be hell to pay
Born in the place of the living
But I thrive in the land of the dead
I'm stuck in a no man's land, a purgatory of hateful dread
I was born and raised a monster
Weren't long till I lost my head
But I found it, screwed it on
So now I'm putting those doubts to bed

My earliest memories involve a dark abyss
Was conscious in the womb, before the times I'd clench my fist
My fist was clenched 'bout all the time,
My mum would think I'm sick
But I just tell her now, I'd been a beast before a kid
Was up late, dreaming power
All the things I could devour
I don't want none who's whimpering
From birth I hated cowards
I'll build my army's strength like caliphates I'm thinking fauda
Kneel down, plant your face into the ground and smell the flowers
Come, breathe it in
The aura's strong enough to taste
I can't just keep it in
It's arrogance, I reek of it
So it's not who you are, it's what you show
But I've got both
I'm merciful and ruthless
So watch what I evoke

Man I came from the deepest darkest pit
So you know that I don't play games
And there's times I would fall right back
To the point where I felt I was touching flames
So when I'm out grinding stone or
Forging steel then hell's been raised
Come and test with the one man army
Don't run, there'll be hell to pay
Born in the place of the living
But I thrive in the land of the dead
I'm stuck in a no man's land, a purgatory of hateful dread
I was born and raised a monster
Weren't long till I lost my head
But I found it, screwed it on
So now I'm putting those doubts to bed

Sleep, rest, look
My only fear is a death without a name to ring in the story books
To leave the readers shook
Like was he really doing all that for years?
I was, and I know
That history is all written out by the victors of the show
So
I've left my mark in music
In time the work will pay
I've always hated thoughts of working hard for an awful wage
So I've been pressurised for time, I feel a tortured brain
But I can't help the suffering
Cos I born this way