Превод: Конфликт. До гуша ми дойде.
morals just fucking stink Don't try and get my hands in your sink Don't call me your "bird"; I'm not your pet Well, I've had enough, right up to my neck
chin' see When I approach rappers be takin' notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolute, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin' til
, they won't listen to me Well, I've had enough of this, what kind of fix I'm in? I won't confess to 'cause I did not commit this crime no There they
and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life,
's your fault I can believe handshakes I've gone far enough, that's why I'm washed up It's over, I mean it It's over, I believe it now I'm washed up.
for their pittance And that still remains our fucking difference Who will not beg to their Jesus, god Christ I've had enough of that Christ I've had enough
of David I'm the combination of God and Satan The humble shepherd, the son of lepers, the stuff of legends The cult leader, I've indulged in the most
our world, yeah I'm standing up, I've had enough I'm sick and tired of just waiting Our world corrupt, so out of touch Our world, how do I save her?
in the chin see When I approach rappers be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin
nowhere I could not make up my mind stole enough to keep me honest, walked a crooked mile, I know I had more time than money, I had no place left
of what I had when I first started A shell of what I had when I first started I feel like I was born for devastation and reform I'll destroy everything I
a motherfucker I'll do that shit again if I can watch your mammy suffer I've had enough of police I ain't scarred The next time I see the boys in blue
And I don?t wanna play Well I?m comin out of the hidden lies I won?t lie and hide because of family ties I?ve had enough, I want you to realize If you
do you mean? JOE It's what I said. I've given up writing myself. So you write it. BETTY Oh, I'm not good enough to do it on my own. But I thought we
silence in my defiance. i used to sin and be intrigued by violence, now as i glimpse into the past i thank God for your guidance. alas, i give my eyes
my influence You can't repress your instinct I incite you to violence Enjoy the violence I control your inward rage You can't suppress your anger I possess you, I
