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Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2009-06-08 14:59

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tjo!
skulle va cool om nån kunde ge lite konstruktiv kritik...=)
tack på förhand!

he has a gun in his pocket /
and a bad confidence/
he has a gun in his pocket/
and a lack of indipendance/
he has a gun in his pocket/
and now he´s pointing it at hi ex-girl/
he lives in his own world/
with all moments in his life as a big swirl/
mommy allways loved him/
daddy left when he was two/
but came back after 2 month just to see how he had grown/
good at school/
he had the finest grades of all/
he have mussels , brain , and he is tall/
why did she left him?/
why does he hold a gun?/
he screams ``take this bullet with you to heaven´´/
he shoots and then he runs/
she falls to the ground/
screams out loud/
he calls the ambulance and then shingre the croud/
gives her his jacket/
why did he come back?/
just to help her not to die?/
no , now he runs of with a shorter jail-time/
if the cops can find him I mean/
he never do drugs so in the register he´s clean/
so why did he end up with a gun in his hand?/
she treated him as sand/
never called him her man/
she deserved what happened/

but who was she?/
a good-looking girl/
smart and her guy was her world/
until that day/
he had a gun in his hand/
thinking she had done a lot of bad stuff and hoping he would go to hell/
a misunderstanding/
and the outcome is a bad ending/
she´s spending/
that last moment of her life in the hospital/
then she falls through/
her eyes rolls back/
she stops breading and seems to just relax/
she puts on a smile/
he would go to jail/
she thinks of him as a good guy and then nothing!/
.../
dead/
never to see him again/
and what is he doing now/
well/
he is taking drugs with his friends/

she was holding him at the right course/
and his life is on the bad track now when she is a corp/
now he takes a litle to much/
hes eyes rolls back/
he seems to just relax/
but his friends are to stoned/
he is ass good as allone/
in his own world of ``trashcan is mah home´´/
he thinks about his own girl /
the one who were his world/
and then his life , the drugs locks it/
he is dead and the gun falls out of his pocket.../

``vi skiter i om vi är moraliska as , vi går mot dekadansen(då de passar oss) , twistad humor , och vi älskar oss själva , våran eminenta stil är svår att sluta älta´´