paroles de chanson King's Tirade - Odyn

I bleed red for the masses
I got nothing but love for their daughters and beef with their sons
Streets said we won
And when the wolf cried, boy the revolution begun
I flourish, I strive, they brandish their gun
I'm jogging, I'm driving, I'm breathing
But I still got a reason to run
Pass me a blunt
Pass the masses some crack
You know they can't feel this pain when it come
It comes to good vs evil
It's 80 to 1, where I'm from
No, I never lived in the slums
I'm silver spooned, I'm silver tongued
I'm big, black and buck toothed
I'm reading the news
I'm getting the scoop
I stay in the loop
I'm African, oops
Lemme say it again, I'm a threat to the ops
I'm the ugly duckling that's high off the goose
I'm the negro that got outta the noose
I'm angry, I'm loose
I'm wearing all black, but then you scared of me
I blame it on bigotry
Blame it on anybody that fuck with me
And live to tell the story
Wish em well
I'm at the wishing well
I'm casting my dollar
I'm hoping that casting a ballot gonna prevail
If all else fails, I'm running back home
I'll go with a pail
I'll carry, I'll steal what's left of it
An other nigga's irrelevant
My story mixed up
I know it sound different cuz gang banging ain't part of it
That's what you expect of me, ain't it?
Yeah, sue me if I'm educated
Balance my vices and strife with the lessons of life
If I put my soul on a sample and drums and I package it nice
I bet it won't get on the radio cuz, I ain't got a catchy hook or whatever
I'm a fish out of water
I took a page straight from Nasir and Carter
I come straight from the West African borders
I murder instrumentals with a sleepy flow
And i make em too
Jack of all trades
I shake the game in like 49 ways
I shake it once more, like it's 50 shades
My bars got em screaming like some girls at summer raves
Clap for the boy
Remember days they laughed at the boy
Top of the class now they mad at the boy
I'm jumping for joy
I got some haters so you know I'm doing something right
Yeah, I'm winning this fight
I'm weaving like Floyd
I'm getting my coin
I win, they annoyed
But I'm God's child
Always knew that this how it had to be
Talk down on me, blasphemy
I'm made in his image
You can tell just right by how he ask of me
Fell into the hands of the enemy
And then he sent a rescue team

Black boy joy
Black boy glow
Black boy shine
Know we watch the bad boy grind

Black boy joy
Black boy glow
Black boy shine
Know we watch the bad boy grind

Black boy joy
Black boy glow
Black boy shine
Know we watch the bad boy grind

Black boy joy
Black boy glow
Black boy shine
Know we watch the bad boy grind