CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Might As Well

I don't know bout the method
But alls I know they gone kill me
I represent
These is parables telling you how it is
Sacrificing my every comfort to give
Malcolm, Martin, Jesus was murdered for
Doing this
Live yo life for others and giving up for the poor
Speaking for the voiceless and reconciling the wrong
Fight against the darkness and making sure it's exposed
They tell me to stop
Never
My life was never my own

A bullet just sound
My stomach just turned
I'm moving around
The side of the town
Where it's hip and cool to be down
Not running away
From the fight
These homies is brave
Not braver than me
Cause my life too precious for grave
But the one who rose from the grave has commissioned me
Studied His Words and picked up His empathy
Now I see the hood differently
So, why would I move from it
Just like the dancers on tv
Stole all the moves from it
But back to my sermon bout life
Though it's really bout death
I live to make the world better
And die to my flesh
I live to overcome the evil
And stomp on its head
And in the process
Kill these rappers in every breath
But when the music stops
The realest ones done standing
Since I will never bow
They gone aim to give legs
And my head damage
I'ma live like Jesus til the day I die
I'll never bow so you might as well take my life