Tech N9ne - The Noose (Feat. ¡MAYDAY!) скачать mp3

I've died writing this letter now, Several times before, When the party's over and, The liquor is no more, I'll tell you now that living now has become somewhat a chore, You following their rules is such a God foresaken bore, Now I say God because I'm programmed, But I believe in none, I see no interventions and I see no Holy Sons, And if I'm wrong than strike me down and break these breathing lungs, Just take these words reverse them back upon my evil tongue, I've seen children arm eachother like it's second nature, Some just wanna watch the world burn, And bang upon the drums, And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on, Chaos has a melody and death is like a song, I sing, sing out to the rafter's I sing, Close this little chapter and I think, This life is a disaster and it stings, I'm trying to find a way to just sing, Sing out to the rafter's I sing, Close this little chapter and I think, This life is a disaster and it stings, You see I'm trying to find a way out, What a world, what a world, I'm hanging up the noose now, Waiting for the end, What a world, what a world, I'm hangin up the noose now, Waiting for the end I went to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton, And the cause of the missing limbs it mean there's no love like Wimbledon, When they sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen, I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability to walk to touch no way of rekindling, What is now gone unless they got money like Forrest and Lt. Dan, The war if you win a damn they have no remorse at any minute bam, That's fucked off while we're chilling on tour on the bus getting sucked off, Know our family is grieving 'cause war is recieving their peeps and they crying their butts off, That's why I get so much, When a flow bust, Why we got it so good 'cause it's so rough, For the young soldiers who, Do exactly what they're told to do, Damn, do what exactly what they're told to do, Defend they're country and uphold the crew, But give my one and only soul for you, That's a hell of a job description, I don't know if my God's with this one, But I guess its the laws of sick men, Send out youngin's and they fall the victim, Of an evil clans plan, That's why I be saying dwamn, 'Cause on 9/11 I realized the fate is another man's hands, What a world, what a world, I'm hanging up the noose now, Waiting for the end, What a world, what a world, I'm hangin up the noose now, Waiting for the end When I see how my loved ones have left, I wonder how long I would I would fight, I wonder if I would give in and let the reaper lead me into night, See I got too much pride left, My grandmother died to early, Reaching for moments more instead the cancer in her lungs took it from you, We drift, naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas, That's why this moments precious yet I'm too distant to feel it complete, See these days I feel so disconnected, It gets harder to drop to my knees, I guess that's a side effect of living in generation XYZ, Obsessed with pain and grief man I wish we were kids again, Things were simpler than 90s incidents, Got me losing friends to the hands of violent men, fast, Faster than speeding bullets whizzing down alley ways, Abruptly I'm waking up from this haze, But only to realize the world hasn't changed, Suddenly I'm not even fazed, Y'all think it's the way we been raised? Fuck it I'm sitting right back in this haze, 'Cause these kids are not to be my last today, With a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air, But I'm just too scared, Talking from the pressure w