paroles de chanson Armed Investigators - $well

They be
Quick to tell the story
How it's never wrote
Quick to put a body in a bag
Or hang 'em on a rope
Quick to make an action that's so rash
And then they brag and gloat
Quick to do the dash when kids from
School is on there way to home
Quick to mark the scene like evergreen
A job well done not money Feins
Tempted these temptations
Got his patience running underneath
A piece of pork that's dressed in blue
Can not depict what I'm going be

Ohhhhhh
It's so hard
Knowing alllll
Comes to end
What's at largeeeee
In the end, you a starve
Left for dead, no alarm

But that's an armed investigator
Person search the place
With holster on his hip
Intent to kill because they hate us
It's a cycle that continues
Think it's time for a hiatus
Cuz I'm done with all the hatred
Getting parked right on the pavement
Out enslaving,massa taking
From a place where brothers kill each other
But they also grazing
Twelve keep searching for a cell or rope
To trap em up or just hang em
Cloths in closet u on hangers
Life we live ain't up for taking
Cut from shit no Hannah baker

On my momma
He on the corner lot of drama now
Missing school
And being late to get back to his mama's house
From his view the police
See another nigga they wanna come around
Answered every question that they asked
But they still give em hell
He can't work a job he struggling
And now he sitting still
Convicted, cuz depictions of the vision
Police given out
Bloody canvas painting
Tell em end it he wanna quit it now

Damn
They a search ya house
They a kick you out
They a make excuses to the news
Bullshiting now
They the ones who got protest against
Them
And it's sickening how
They appropriate
But they don't wanna see us winning now

They be
Quick to tell the story
How it's never wrote
Quick to put a body in a bag
Or hang 'em on a rope
Quick to make an action that's so rash
And then they brag and gloat
Quick to do the dash when kids from
School is on they way to home
Quick to mark the scene like evergreen
A job well done not money Feins
Tempted these temptations
Got his patience running underneath
A piece of pork that's dressed in blue
Can not depict what I'm going be
Mhm

That's just the ones we seeing
One's mistreating human beings
We like condoms, fucked
Because we in some shit we ain't wanna be in
Fight for spots
Red dots
Shoot to shoot it's dead opps
From a place where sparking kids
Ain't new that shit is regular
Talk to talk that's grapevine
News that shit ain't fake lie
By cops, he stopped and dropped
No heart so they gone take mine
Hands being your back and spread your feet
You gettin' shot because you
Don't appear to be what they expected you to be

He had a gun was slanging dope
Doooopppppeee
He on the news they cut his throat
Throaattttttt
He on a shirt and he no mooooooooo
They just gone be what they be onnn
What they onnnnn
His body done, up left his soul
Oh soulll
He painted red that casket closedddd
Get left for dead or stay at homeeeeeeeeeee
Cuz In the end u are aloneeeeeeeeeeee