Build NG - Maybe We Must Change | Текст песни

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• Maybe We Must Change

Look at this man, he is sad,
His only son is dead, somebody short him in the bed,
He ain't anymore dad. His son spread drugs,
Whose power were guns, money were his only chance
To build his path. There wasn't thing he loves except money and drugs.
He gets his satisfaction only when fucks,
But life doesn't stop. He built his plans.
He became a drugdiler in few blocks
And people started to hate his motherfuckin' acts.
His deals blew up, he rised up high
And he had to get ready to fall down on the ground.
He was buried in the land, he had no friends,
Nobody called his name after his death.
Some people owed him a lot of cash,
And one of obligators shot him in his head.
He had to stop selling drugs, he had to find another way,
So then he would wake up in the morning of the next day.
Today you live, tomorrow you can die.
Everytihing can happen in your fuckin' life.
Yesterday you were beggar (yeah) but today you get high. (Uh-huh!)
Smoking weed with your friends and taking a drug.
You can do all you want. (This is) this is your life,
But let me give you one mutherfuckin' advice:
Don't give up, let God lead you on your way.
If you follow it, everything will be OK.

Tell me, do you see this little boy? He's only seven.
In mum's and dad's hands he's toy, (yeah) it can't be happening forever.
He got only little dog, it was his one present
Life gift him. (One present). There wasn't any from his parents.
Kids of his block had money 'n' they never
Felt what he felt, they never were beggars.
He tried to climb out from his ghetto,
Do good deals and after this pass to heaven.
Sittin' on the sidewalk he was dreamin'
How he'll become a big man. He was believin'
That his life would change. But while he was livin'
On the streets. Nobody understood his feelings.
Nobody heard how his soul was screamin' (uh-huh)
When he was freesing on the streets on cold winter evenings.
The door of his flat was locked, he didn't remember those minutes,
He spent with his parents, he didn't know, when he get in it,
Feel it, every motherfuckin' minute he felt pain from his life.
His dad was opening the door when he was bringin' money.
Mummy was lying on floor, drunk, she felt absolutely nothing.
Funny? Is it funny? He was sittin' on cold ground, making money,
But nobody gave him his hand when he was asking for help.
Two guys of his block put stone in his cap,
But he stands tall although this crap.
He doesn't let nobody except dog be with him,
He hates this motherfuckin' world, he hates people.
He can't help himself, because he is little
And people don't help him, for them it's unneeded.
On every his step life puts him traps.
The bench in his yard is his bed.
He never had a sheet of paper, but RAP's in his head.
It's chance for him to see the light after this shit ends.

So, people, maybe enough, maybe we have to stop our laugh
Our indifference to people, who suffer?
People, maybe enough, maybe we have to change,
With our indifference we put the knife in their heart

Do you know, who's this old woman?
Do you see what is she doing?
She's veteran of world war,
She wanna get from life more
Than picking empty bottles of beer from the cold ground,
Some leavings from garbage is all that she found.
She doesn't hear anymore victory sound.
She doesn't rise her head up, doesn't look at clouds.
Yesterday she heard applods, but today she is nothing,
People who are passing through just lookin' at her and laughing,
They don't mind that she hasn't got a place to live, that she is starving,
She doesn't remember when last time she was smilin'.
Her only love, her son is dead, she lives in this world alone.
There is no person near she, who could just embrace her.
Who, except us will