Текст песни Alpha Beta Omega - BamBoo

Search and you′ll define the sky between the lines

I could never tell truth from victim escape's a tired line

Knock knock, something′s creeping

Laying down the land smear on the wicked

Now if you're ready to bleed

Turn your head, turn your head, from the right, follow me

Give chase to my shadows disarmed with a whisper

No gun in my hand whatever happened to honor brother

Fight me man-to-man, look me in the eye, I've got a family to feed

Will I learn from this? What can you teach me?

It′s out of control, the times are crazy

We don′t care who sits on the throne, doesn't matter to most of us

Just don′t mess with the status quo

Lies paint my picture everyday

Every stone's been thrown

Lay siege to my kingdom, my cover′s blown

Your blind dealing with death

Every dollar, a headstone

Where the rich get richer, the poor just multiply

That's smart, divide and conquer

I keep ′em entertained while you steal their hard earned mule

Was there ever a time we dreamed for something better?

Right now sounds real good but your telling me to wait for fairer weather

Let it rain, fire from the sky

Heaven help us (do you truly believe?)

Only the strong should survive

With permission, I make this my personal mission

Save me from the fire

Yes sir, yes ma'am, I get the picture

We educate the masses whose gonna be cooking our dinners

Such a waste of time thinking we have to raise our own sons and daughters when you can pay below the minimum

Shoot that man, may I follow up that order

But all this talk don't come cheap

We all know what has to be done

Our very own personal revolution

Revolution revolution revolution

Revolution revolution

Let it rain, fire from the sky

Heaven help us (do you truly believe?)

Only the strong should survive

With permission, I make this my personal mission

Save me from the fire

Now here you come walking into my part of town

Telling people you have such a solution

Quick fix, you got a story

Boy meets girl, stop, they have kids

Poppa works while ′ma raises the ten babies

She′s praying every night that they'll one day hit the jackpot

Nine lucky numbers win the lottery, a million gets me out of this hole

But when the well dries up, oh, where do I go?

Little Pablo doesn′t even know how to read or write

I'm starving sweet Ana so I can get a good price for her

2 down 8 to go, oh wait, he′s got good skin tone,

Got nice smile, an accent, but kinda smells though

So where do you think you're going talking that kind of talk

That doesn′t happen, not on my watch, no, that doesn't happen