Текст песни Long Sleeves in the Summer - Promoe
Bang
the
piano
squeeze
the
beat
out
the
drummer
This
ain't
your
average
hiphop,
it
got
no
keys
to
the
hummer
No
prostitutes,
glocks
that
shoot
it
deals
with
the
younger
Generation
on
medication
to
shut
out
the
sleeping
and
hunger
She
needs
the
pain
- her
weary
arms
need
to
get
number
Scarred
so
bad
she's
wearing
long
sleeves
in
the
summer
People
wouldn't
know
what
to
say
so
she
feels
she
should
cover
The
shame
inflicted
by
livin
in
the
greediest
culture
man
Who
wouldn't
be
disgusted
by
all
the
meat
and
the
butter?
You
could
say
she's
reluctant
to
eat
cus
her
mother
It
wouldn't
be
the
whole
truth
gotta
dig
deep
in
the
under
People
fail
to
realise
what
I
speak
on
when
I
utter:
Generation
after
generation
are
being
sacrificed,
are
being
sacrificed
Slaughtered
on
the
altar
of
a
massive
lie,
of
a
massive
lie
Play
the
piano
for
the
innocent
children
Growing
up
being
bombarded
with
an
image
of
women
So
sick
and
twisted
and
it's
mirrored
within
them
Because
we're
celebrating
death
as
the
ideal
way
of
living
It's
so
backwards
round
here
- man
I
ain't
even
kiddin'
She's
trapped
in
her
body
tryin
to
fly
out
from
her
prison
Too
close
to
the
sun
quickly
brought
back
to
the
harsh
reality
Burned
by
the
cold
fire
of
this
world's
mentality
Father
could
you
tell
me
why
she's
starvin
herself
please
Tell
me
why
she's
so
hard
on
herself
she's
Walkin
this
earth
wearin
the
scars
of
our
hell
Carved
in
the
flesh
of
her
arms
and
what
next?
I
don't
know
what
good
talkin
will
do
And
if
puttm
her
pain
in
a
song
will
help
But
I
can't
go
on
cus
the
words
gettin
blurred
in
front
of
my
eyes
As
the
teal's
start
to
burn
this
ain't
a
song
it's
a
cry
For
generations
after
generations
that
are
being
sacrificed,
are
being
sacrificed
I
tell
you
slaughtered
on
the
altar
of
a
massive
lie,
of
a
massive
lie
Cus
how
you
expect
me
to
explain
to
my
little
sis
When
she
use
her
brain
ain't
no
interest
they
pick
her
apart
Till
all
that
remains
is
a
clitoris
Media
keep
telling
her
to
change
to
some
bigger
tits
Tellin'
her
to
shut
her
mouth
- paint
- and
to
fix
her
lips
But
her
smile's
a
little
strained
while
she
slit
her
wrist
Because
she
hates
what
her
belly
is
That's
why
we
resist
and
can't
get
a
bit
of
rest
Cus
generation
after
generation
are
being
sacrificed,
are
being
sacrificed
Slaughtered
on
the
altar
of
a
massive
lie,
of
a
massive
lie
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