paroles de chanson Art of War - Muxaveli

Art of war got me living sucker free can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies
Counting shells after blood spilling
On the streets they be stealing and screaming
Yelling out we thug living
Living hand to mouth

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving my enemies
Counting shells after blood spilling
On the streets they be stealing and screaming
Yelling out we thug living
Living hand to mouth

Their minds filled with doubt becoming a slave to their minds
While fighting their own kind discovering a brother from another
Mother is a drug dealer
Chasing the ghost

Becoming a shell of themselves
Reality is lost, reality is lost
Making their own lives a living hell while they reach me
Casting their spells their story is old
Who the hell am I to tell
Watching over a youngin screaming spread a seed
Producing a dying breed
Not paying any heed to their need while the instigators are taking a backseat
Taking a backseat
The instigators are taking a backseat

Art of war got me living sucker free can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving my enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies
Counting shells after blood spilling
On the streets they be stealing and screaming
Yelling out we thug living
Living hand to mouth

The youngins back in streets
Drugged up to their gills
Can't walk straight on their feet
What moral boosting
Am I gonna preach when the shadow of death
Is casted over the streets
Striding with a pen capturing my thoughts
Heavenly father forgive me
I am grateful for everything I got
Homies aging like busters
Fighting over a lady they all wanna fuck her

But someday they will be fathers having a daughter not being able to protect her
Not being able to protect her
Yeah
Such is the way of life as it is being a bitch
Now on the streets you never snitch
Making that blood money focused over being rich
How many bodies you have to ditch
Now you are a star rapper preaching about saving
That's working for the hood to be good
It is all a marketing pitch It is all a marketing pitch
You's a bitch, you's a bitch

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving
My enemies

Art of war got me living sucker free
Can't teach the real how to be
Living this life but never forgiving my enemies
Counting shells after blood spilling
On the streets they be stealing and screaming
Yelling out we thug living
Living hand to mouth