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lirik lagu foreign beggars - one chance

yo
keep your eyes open
live your life to the fullest
cuz you only get one chance to move past the bullets
it’s a big world we all live we all die
but, who makes the rules in this game we call life

keep your eyes open
live your life to the fullest
cuz you only get one chance to move past the bullets
it’s a big world we all live we all die
but, who makes the rules in this game we call life

i stay afloat while you’re drowning in a sea of pain
you seek asylum tryna run me all believe the chains
speak the same words, reek the same as any other sh-te
then you wonder why we choose to fight, i hear my brothers cry
sliced through the night, like the blade of a blunt sabre
walk with my eyes closed in spite of a c-nts nature
and rise p-ssed the pinnacle, holding a burning torch
of a million indispensable visions of burning thoughts
i stay patient, the pale-faced belligerent outcast
wizard of indecision chased the pilgrimage out – cast –
religion is doubt, blast the infamous
cowards can’t begin to configure or envision this town’s past
i live in the clouds ask those who stand close
is it cuz i disbelieve or simply cuz i can’t cope
i can’t bear to see the innocent suffer and die young
that’s why i’ve come to say my piece
so enough with the lights done
(tryna find a niche in this rap game) – dr syntax

n-body can question how this black youth spit
looking kinda skinny like a black toothpick
it’s the uncouth author who writes with a troubled expression
reciting in a huddle confessing bubbling essence
i conversate with one of my bredrens
wonder whether we’ll ever get to reep the some of our efforts
in this exi-sten-tial
life’s gets the pen-cil
i’m getting rubbed out
im getting nuffed out
ready to get the f-ck out
and buss out
so i puff nuff punk and bust out
and hold a slight pose
as i travel through my mind’s cold
and draw my overcoat closed cuz the night-times cold
and getting colder
yearning with a burning fever
for the clutch of the mic
that’s my cue to breath
when i exhale the next tale
and fresh thought upon which to set sail
on the next trail …..

yo invisible guy who delivers his rhymes sicker
the mystical mind figure
despicable style spitter
disguised with the livin and exist in a time signature
why mixed with the bit of conviction its quite sinister
i’m in it to win
use syllables, words, paragraphs
envision the future
paint with diction fixed the battered calf
i watched the hourgl-ss
laughed at my indecision
picked myself up but faced the blizzard with my tattered scarf
you might as well be banging your fist against a brick fence
indispensable principles tend to break sense
if sh-ts tense
take a couple secs and step aside and listen
at the end of the day the guy your fighting might be live with wisdom…
whether you’re inside a prison blud
or f-cking living lavish
truth, blood, forgiveness and p-ssion are the things that matter
i spit the maddest verse and live the maddest dreams
rip the fattest shows because i kick it with the maddest team

- lirik lagu foreign beggars

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