The Roots
The Roots - Singing Man songtekst
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[Chorus - Dice Raw] Days are living fast, moves in misery You got a song you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a song for me Sing a song for me [P.O.R.N.] Look, I'm so twisted, so, so twisted One life to live, and I'm willing to risk it Terror that the world has never known existed Left so many clues, now how could they miss it? Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it Long as it means the world is on my shit list Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick Countdown's on, its too late to nix it I'm so anxious, so, so anxious The ones I hate barely know what my name is Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous Willing to spill my blood to be famous Willing to spill my blood to make changes Look for a suicide note to explain this Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish Sounds insane, you're speaking my language... [Chorus] [Black Thought] One for the pressing, two for the cross Three for the blessing, four for the loss Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse In the face of transgression, military issue Kalash- -Nikova or machete or a pitchfork He killing cause he feel he got nothing to live for In a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer 13-year-old killer, he look 35 He changed his name to Little No-Man-Survive When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was demonized Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to target you His heart can't give you the years of scar tissue... [Chorus] [Truck North] Uh, what you're witnessing is true dedication Charged by the call and the cause of the nation Countdown, minutes away from detonation A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination My manner, seems patient, inner rage lies So deep, I can taste it, let's sacrifice lives Past the first sensation, to paradise I fly Delusions are lighting up the midday sky The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently Too much faith to be scared, the petrified both fled Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all? In the name of the merciful, sing me a song... [Chorus]