Slaine - The American Way | Текст песни

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• The American Way

I went from irrelevant to real and now you know what I’m about
To where my story starts from how the fuck it come about
Where’d I get my heart from? Defiance in my arteries
There’s giants in my neighbourhood, the violence is a part of me
Silencers on shotties while Illuminati’s eying me
The future’s in my palm, this is who it is that I will be
It’s intuitive probably, I just knew that it gotta be
My come down and paranoia’s like I’m through with a robbery
I came through with the mob with me, my brothers are gangsters
For real fuck the pinstripe suits, we shoot to kill
I ain’t no guinea driving around in a Coupe de Ville
I’m an Irish alcoholic staring with the ruthless grill
I been around the world from the rhymes that my hands wrote
Fiends shooting dope in their veins cause they can’t cope
I read the letters from the prisons that my mans wrote
And screamed the pain in my life from my damn throat
Cause I am

[Chorus]

No superstar, no father figure
I keep it simple for you, it ain’t hard to figure
I shouldn’t have to scream and shout
To get my point across, when I was young this is what I dreamed about

Crispy benjamin bills and heroin, hey
Code of silence, violence never could say
Fly ho sucking me off every day
Fuck the world, this is just the American way

[Verse 2]

Rosary beads hang from my neck, sixes on my dice repeatedly
With Jesus and Judas at the Last Supper
They’re both starting to eat at me
I started bogarting the scenery when nobody believed in me
My friends are ODing and leaving me
People are pussy pushing me over the edge perceiving me evilly
Even if I deceivingly mean to be mean, it’s all meaningless
And I’ll be locked in a six by eight box as a genius
If the genie is coming out the lamp three wishes
Then I ask first to stop being so vicious
Remember back when I was broke and cleaning those dishes
For five bucks an hour, all I wanted was power
Number two, I wish that I could be understood
It’s time to be before I’m six deep under dirt
Under but finally cause I’m a piece of shit
I got plenty of people reminding me
I have visions that you gotta be blind to see
My third wish is for my son to be a champion
And see the light when the world’s dark and the lamp is dim
He can’t be me and thank God that I can’t be him
Let him know who loves him, this is what I was then


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