High, - i Woke up
Älska eller hata, men vill gärna ha kritik på texten. vad jag bör träna på, vad jag kunde gjort bättre osv ;)
I woke up this morning and i felt a breeze,
the sun hit my face and i fell on my knees,
why are we always fighting ? please, god bring peace!
the police takes away my piece, but it's still war on the streets, they want beef because i rap over a beat,
and when i rap they can almost feel the heat,
they say "back of!" but i will never retreat,
i would never cheat, my lines is fucking awesome, they are always sweet,
but those fuckin' cops dont think higher than above their feet,
we gotta show some love, show some love and were all complete,
the world is cruel and scary, like trick or treat,
but we gotta raise the kids to be not like us,
they must be raised by people they can really trust,
but who could judge? who would be the person to trust,
thats something for the state to think 'bout and disgust,
but this is how the world works, it will never be just...
"Piece = pistol"
om du vaknar med stående problem, dra några snabba slutsatser så har du snart lösningen i dina händer
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