In these gritty streets where dude's pack plenty heat
There is no escape from this world of calamity
I'm a man that has clearly lost his sanity
If I wasn't rapping, I would kill a bird for mocking me
At night I got so much in my f*cking dreams
Lucky I don't have the guts to play my final fantasy
My last act, I don't feature in the Tempest
I would rather fight for freedom, than forgive my own oppressors
Slit a brudda throat, tell em I'm the goat
I wonder what would happen if I bring upon my illest wrath
Living in a place where those who rule are f*cking sociopaths
Bun that, I will never be a victim
I can never crumble in this failure of a system
If I was evil on their level I would dig out their intestines
Send them right back to their devil
Being raised poor is rather triggering
I still hear the shame and the voices that is bickering
Maybe I shoulda been dope slanging, gun toting
Losing my mind until I'm contemplating suicide
In these gritty streets, dudes pack plenty heat
Better not submit to your shadows or admit defeat
A cold world, where empathy is free of need
Many people break as they try to reach their illest feat
In these gritty streets, dudes pack plenty heat
Better not submit to your shadows or admit defeat
A cold world, where empathy is free of need
Many people break as they try to reach their illest feat
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
AlexandreTheGreat - Dark Impulses Lyrics
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In these gritty streets where dude's pack plenty heat
There is no escape from this world of calamity
I'm a man that has clearly lost his sanity
If I wasn't rapping, I would kill a bird for mocking me
At night I got so much in my f*cking dreams
Lucky I don't have the guts to play my final fantasy
My last act, I don't feature in the Tempest
I would rather fight for freedom, than forgive my own oppressors
Slit a brudda throat, tell em I'm the goat
I wonder what would happen if I bring upon my illest wrath
Living in a place where those who rule are f*cking sociopaths
Bun that, I will never be a victim
I can never crumble in this failure of a system
If I was evil on their level I would dig out their intestines
Send them right back to their devil
Being raised poor is rather triggering
I still hear the shame and the voices that is bickering
Maybe I shoulda been dope slanging, gun toting
Losing my mind until I'm contemplating suicide
In these gritty streets, dudes pack plenty heat
Better not submit to your shadows or admit defeat
A cold world, where empathy is free of need
Many people break as they try to reach their illest feat
In these gritty streets, dudes pack plenty heat
Better not submit to your shadows or admit defeat
A cold world, where empathy is free of need
Many people break as they try to reach their illest feat
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
There is no escape from this world of calamity
I'm a man that has clearly lost his sanity
If I wasn't rapping, I would kill a bird for mocking me
At night I got so much in my f*cking dreams
Lucky I don't have the guts to play my final fantasy
My last act, I don't feature in the Tempest
I would rather fight for freedom, than forgive my own oppressors
Slit a brudda throat, tell em I'm the goat
I wonder what would happen if I bring upon my illest wrath
Living in a place where those who rule are f*cking sociopaths
Bun that, I will never be a victim
I can never crumble in this failure of a system
If I was evil on their level I would dig out their intestines
Send them right back to their devil
Being raised poor is rather triggering
I still hear the shame and the voices that is bickering
Maybe I shoulda been dope slanging, gun toting
Losing my mind until I'm contemplating suicide
In these gritty streets, dudes pack plenty heat
Better not submit to your shadows or admit defeat
A cold world, where empathy is free of need
Many people break as they try to reach their illest feat
In these gritty streets, dudes pack plenty heat
Better not submit to your shadows or admit defeat
A cold world, where empathy is free of need
Many people break as they try to reach their illest feat
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
And in this world many will rise
And also fall to their pride
Writer: Alexandre Gabali
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