GORE (feat. B-Real)

Knock on the door and my heart breaks in two
I committed no crime but I knew what they do
Said they looking for someone who isn't me
Who but the noise of the cops and I knew what they do

Gripped your tongue and wrist in red
Wish I'd done those things I said
All my clothes are chopped and red
All my idol cops are dead
Сядь на стукe, ты лeгут
Нам колыбeльной поeшь у круг
И дeтку саду в виску куку
Гантeли, ток, щипцы, утюг

Born with chains on wrists
Things don't grip for girls like this
Ice so tight, it cuts my wrist
It's not Cartier, it's from police

(Police come, they draw their guns)
(Pop, pop, pop, not a chance to run)
(Body on the ground, that's someone's son)
(They don't give a fuck, just another dead one)

People where I come from don't trust the cops, man
'Cause they the biggest gang
Police come, they draw their guns
Pop, pop, pop, not a chance to run
Body on the ground, that's someone's son
They don't give a fuck, just another dead one

Patrol my block, harassing my people
Broke are the ones who speak up
We see those stories on the news
Yet, people refuse to see what's in view
Blinded, it's true, the boys in blue
The biggest gang from the back of the squad car
One shot rang, life in the balance
How long can it hang? No yin, no yang
God help us, man

Born with chains on wrists
Things don't grip for girls like this
Ice so tight, it cuts my wrist
It's not Cartier, it's from police

(Police come, they draw their guns)
(Pop, pop, pop, not a chance to run)
(Body on the ground, that's someone's son)
(They don't give a fuck, just another dead one)

Born with chains on wrists
Things don't grip for girls like this
Ice so tight, it cuts my wrist
It's not Cartier, it's from police

Born with chains on wrists (police come, they draw their guns)
Things don't grip for girls like this (pop, pop, pop, not a chance to run)
Ice so tight, it cuts my wrist (body on the ground, that's someone's son)
It's not Cartier, it's from police (they don't give a fuck, just another dead one)

Growing up, I'm facing war
Find a brother in the morgue
Every time they slam that door
I'm advancing and it's more
But it's better never more
In the light, I break the law
I sit in a fucking car
One more reason I must fight