Correction Paroles Fade To Dust par K21

Featuring(s) : Brad Strut

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[K21]
I'm stranded and lost, thriving off the city crows
Cats and the dogs, the sirens and the pitied drones
Abandoned the cost, survival of the fittest grown
Handled my wrongs and jived 'em where the spirits go
But they still will flow through the streets
Lurking wherever I step so I move my feet
Get home, open the fridge, no food to eat
Another day, another dime, spend, choose or keep
Save or borrow or steal, rent, buy or sell
Triple your money or bankrupt, time will tell
Suck the soul from the innocent to rise from hell
The battle ain't enough, nah, they want the fight as well
I'm feeling hunger for the light in this never ending tunnel
And represent the struggle of those promised clean water
They sent 'em to the puddle, the fire that is spewed
f*ck your innocent rebuttal, I'ma stick it in the rubble
Dead and buried in the tree bark where the weeds are
f*ck around the cemetery now like my theme park
It don't matter if you're proud or you're street smart
Wind up floating in the harbour down where the fiends spark
So when the day is done will you remain with us
Or be another in these chains and cuffs?
Waking up dazed and stuck, the some olé stuff
Where ya gonna stand when it all fades to dust?

It all fades... fade... fade to dust
Fade away, fade to black, in the fade I've come
Greed, agony and misery, pain and lust
Work hard, sleep shallow till the faith is crushed
It all fades... fade... fade to dust
Falling down the drain, let it wash away, it must
Greed, agony and misery, pain and lust
Where ya gonna stand when it all fades to dust?

[PJ]
"[?]" "Gotta—gotta get mine"
"[?]" "[?]"
"Gotta—gotta—gotta get mine
[?] yeah"

[Brad Strut]
So more or less all depressed and marvelous
All the best, hit the bless on my heart and plus
Empty cartridges so many start and just
End up starvin' artists cuz and they can't be trust
Yadda yadda yadda busts
Ain't sayin' nothin' but they keep the party up
And frontin' like they owners but really rockin' rentals
My heat on instrumentals, gotta be a pocket manual
I flee the flock of them fools, tank full of petrol
I'm in your residential, be thankful your demise is eventual
Listen to my eyes and look into my soul
Like horizons she diggin' for that gold like some miners, huh
I got that timeless, uncut, raw shit
So forfeit, so many of you leavin' for the door quick
Rockets in your socks and bees in your bonnets
And the grants in your stance make you scam for the honours so
Standardly goddess up in the rest waitin'
Touchin' her breasts chasin' a buck in her best play suit
I can't relate to under duress painful
Suckers invest thou's, no wonder they left shameful
Shit's fatal, Earth to the cradle
Fade into the dust for a rush like it's nasal
Straight to the nostril, bringin' you that gospel
So I'ma rock till into the dust I fade

[PJ]
"[?]" "Gotta—gotta get mine"
"[?]" "[?]"
"Gotta—gotta—gotta get mine
[?] yeah"

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