Текст песни Lupin - Yon Carter

Look to joker, as we creep along the watchtower
Is our fate really locked inside a bastille
Hold your breath be still
I here them coming for us
Used to run from us
Now they gunning for us
Five finger discount
Call it carnal instinct
You nothing but a fool if you waiting with your hands out
Most of these niggas lack purpose
I can't trust these niggas cuz they vision on the surface

My voice tunnel down to the underground, you dig that
Moves like Arsene
Clean call me garçon
Burn it to the ground
Just another case of arson
Hard book to read
You know won't the page that I'm on

My city believe in me
Gotta take it there
Turn vigilant, militant
When I seen their tears
If they turn me to a killer
Gotta paint a tear
Don't let it hit the ground
Just let the blood dry

Leek died in the drive way
Now the gang on overdrive
Never let the live die
Swear that we gone ball for
Siah facing 25, this pain double related
So I don't give a fuck if these bars don't rhyme

Step into my sanctuary
Tell me what it profits a prophet to stratal the lines
They punching in a clock, or they there stealing your time
Products of humanity
Trapped inside my mind, just a prisoner to my sanity

Rich is still a lifestyle
But eating is dogmatic
Fighting for my dogs, like my last name Vic
Captain of my ship,even if my ship sinks
I'm somewhere in Atlantis, so my flow Titanic

Crazy how the love turn to envy and to hate
Can't trust you with my life
In the end you'll steal it away
Sometimes I feel I learned to much to have faith
Still drop down to my knees
And I pray to God for better days

In this world
If you want it, got to take it
They don't give you the time
Mean you gotta make it
That's why I'm watching the clock
Keep your head on the swivel cuz we spin nonstop
Nine milli with the beam
No safety, decocked

We the one who pulling the strings and pushing the plot
Start remembering when ignorance was bliss
Before I knew you need a pot to piss
Before I knew the brightest of stars could be eclipsed

We give to the poor, turn around eat the rich
Told you that we hungry, give us all your money
Calculated, I can't turn into no crash dummy
When your backs against the wall, do you start to fall apart

I'm somewhere posted up
In the cut perfecting my art
Child of Louverture
Righting the wrongs of Bonaparte
They catch us creeping in the night
They'll rip our bones apart
Got sticks not bats
Still hit the ball out the park

My horseman still headless
No Paul, just reverence
Fuck a tata, a reverend, my soul seeks exit
Will I wake in heaven or hell, I can't call it
Yo, wise man knows he knows nothing at all

Laundry mat, laundry mat
Liquor store down from the cemetery
You buried in the sand, or you trapped in the cage
Where I'm from pulling triggers just another rite of passage
Wasn't looking for revenge, we was tryna get paid

Put my pain on a page, then I lace it
Chemical breakdown, ATP and ATM
What you trust when it's dark, and your chances are slim
What religion is it that could end all of this violence

Ancestor shed a light on a world that was past tense
I pray to Yashua he give this blind man sight
When you walk this pataki
You might be subject to heights
Gotta see it to the end
You can't get lost in the plight
Made in His image
So I'm moving like a thief in the night