Текст песни 15 Blocks - SiMs

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I walk 15 blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting on her eyes and digesting
Tryin' to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Death meets my breath in a wide mouthed yawn
While the pres. meets the press on the white house lawn
I spend my days depressed
My nights tryin' to shake it off
And they say we're lost
And I say you're right
My generation is the seed to Vietnam
They never believed in better bombs
They never to bleed
They better to be
So better to bleed
He said it all wrong
Can I get it all calm?
Give a call to my mom
The prison I'm in
Or call it a loss
Causes are lost
Your mind's behind bars
And your heart's on ______
Fuck it, I'm ready to walk
This is my veto
My feet bleedin' through my sneakers
So listen to the speaker
Easy when you see the young gun
Heat seeker lungs stung with black tar
Never act harder than I am
I never play to pretend
I'm just a man surviving in the modern way to contend
So turn the fade up to 10
And let the bangin' begin
Seeds of the 80's party
Day we take up effects
'Bout to our necks by Regan and friends
And now to say my amends
Pray for a brighter then the 9 to 5 to life a sentence
Micheal's pickin' peppers payin' piper penance
Even I could rise to menace
A stoop the greatness
Either way my dues are paid in full
Some choose to play the wolf
Some play the sheep and cry
I choose, 'til the day I die

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I walk 15 blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting on her eyes and digesting
Tryin' to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Live while you march to the tap of the typewriter
9 ciphers lookin' for life in my head
I'm tired of the voices
Never had a choice the rest
Gotta press, wait, gotta tread
But I wish I woulda never heard the news
And now I know what doove really said
Confusing mess
That shit is fresh
But still inside the fear's consuming
Tryin' to put the foot down
So I can stop this fear from movin'
So I can catch up, fuck it
I bloom another match up to another cig
I swore would be my last one
The chain went off of that
And spit the hack up on the deck
Just to put exactly where I laid a step
My stressed breath's gettin' shallower with every pull
And in effect up either restless for the...
But in it's essence it wrecks me
Like two speeding cars
One way intersecting
And I'm left guessing
Which one's gonna make it out
Well I got pins in my frame
So this time I'm breakin' out
So for now I stroll alone
On a broken ghost
Broken bones as a ghost
I'm on a walkin' comatose (Be just frozen)
Expression is dead
As the president's spoken
I need a medic to set it
And said it and a better moment than now
Lost crow, lost soul
Found on the branch of the Doomtree
And if the day does to you
What the day does to me
Throw your fuckin' hands up
And thank God for Laser Beak
Thank God for Doomtree

I walk 15 blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting on her eyes and digesting
Tryin' to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Washed ashore with bullet holes
In our civilian clothes
Well I still ain't got it right
So I'll walk some more
And bid this burning city a good night

[French dialogue from La Haine]

Jusqu'ici tout va bien (So far, so good)