Текст песни Rogues (feat. J-Mi & Midi-D) [J-Mi & Midi-D Remix] - Color Theory

In times of poverty, hunger, or distress
My virtue recedes
And noble purposes must be set aside
For practical needs

With cunning and a bit of stealth
We'll multiply our meager wealth
I promise not to break the law
Or risk our health

Will we cling to broken social codes
In a world where anything goes?
Take what's ours or dress in friar's robes?
Bleed like saints or smile like rogues?

I tend to hold myself unaccountable
For thoughts in my head
And if a bright idea suddenly appears
I'll follow that thread

Focus on this and nothing else
Do what necessity compels
And when this life comes to an end
Forgive yourself

Will we cling to broken social codes
In a world where anything goes?
Take what's ours or dress in friar's robes?
Bleed like saints or smile like rogues?