作曲 : Naseem Khan
See
Life started when we started making dreams
Dreams of a God nation
Started from the bottom,started with the dream we reached
Desperation of a generation,criticizing the situation
We see but we don’t really see
We feel but we don’t really feel
We kill but we don’t really heal
Are we really free?
Welcome to the asylum
Step right in
This is a sanctuary built by forsaken men
Discarded innocence
Ripped to shreds
No conscience
Have you ever felt like everything is an illusion
Trying to solve these mysteries just to realize there's no conclusions
Concussion for this bullshit
Nobody talk about real shit
These days
Wrist flex on expensive fabrics
Risk less on offensive habits
The price get high when you see the brand
Twice as much when it's on demand
I roll the streets like I'm overbooked
Say you want beef but you overcooked
Why they ain't never held back from this war
Let me stay isolated shut the door
Sold a soul how much that could cost
Diving in this blood,feeding all our lust
Look at the way I is, I bleed till they gon overlook
Tell the preacher I'm too busy preach to me on Sunday morning
I ain't here to mourn to death
Born to feed my flesh , always fresh
I've been on the road
Breaking of my bone
Throwing all this stone
They will never know
Came back from the jungle of Monrovia
Them herbs got me paranoia
The king catching dollars through damn color
No morals on the dollar
Lion killings lions
Survival on the stolen land
The price get high when you see the brand
Call it tribulation
**** the nation
Load the ammunition
One shot
****ed our generation
Try to shut me down
Mother****er I don't play around or mess about
***** you a clown
On the wrong side of town
Final watch you drown in your own blood
Are you happy now
Fool with a crown
**** with me I’m take you out
Oh~
Came along mother****ing weaks
Mother****er~
No mercy for the innocent.
No justice for the damned.
全部都係撚樣
個鳩個都痴閪晒線
成班粉腸
互相指責對方發癲
冇錢冇料
扮晒揸住四條
其實大家都係輪住攞個屎忽俾人屌
又有邊個
唔覺得自己條命坎坷
童真
敵不過歲月蹉跎
明哲保身
努力搵銀
一齊埋沒良心
Far beneath the sunless skies
Under the deepest trenches void of light
Cries of agony waking a dormant evil
Kin tortured and slaughtered because mercy is feeble
Castrate the tyrants
Cripple the sympathizers
Pain and suffering will be the gospel we preach