| Got three kids, just finishing the third of his three bids
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| Sang thief’s theme’s, but said when he returns he’ll get decent
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| Police said don’t ever come on back to this district
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| He’s kids can only have contact on the weekend
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| The distance is killing him, he’d die for those boys
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| Now his wife want divorce, his whole life is destroyed
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| There’s no respite for my boy, just years of turbulence
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| Some start as burglars
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| Then they get shoved with peers whose murderers
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| They turn you to the dark art of streetlife
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| Its where that stairway to heaven’s
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| A much larger and steep flight
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| And each night the mission is the same
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| Get your fist upon some change, keep your pistol on your waist
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| Now his twisted in the game
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| And it’s a bitch to get away
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| Cause paper’s needed
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| Out today, but his mental state craves for freedom
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| Trying to slay them demons that pushed him to these measures
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| Got a fam' that needs feeding, he wasn’t looking for no treasures
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| Just something better, but with all that pressure saying.
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| I’ve been trying harder not to fall
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| Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| I’ve been trying harder not to fall
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| Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| Got three kids and two jobs
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| Was a believer in true love
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| Got a man that went away cause he didn’t see that Judas
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| Her food does not grow on trees so she at hooters
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| Gotta make that mula
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| Her sons sixteen he needs a tutor
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| Never was a boozer but now she drinks liquor in her room
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| Cause this the type of shit, they don’t equip you for in school
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| Thinking her Mr is a fool
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| Files for divorce, cries to the Lord
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| She’s pissed off from the side of her porch
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| Rewinding thoughts to when she was her daughters' age
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| Before the disorder came, dreamed of important aims
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| Wanted to study but her buddies had distractions galore
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| Could of been a help to her hubby practicing Law
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| Trying to draw good from the struggle, look right threw the trouble
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| But life in this jungle insights you to tumble
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| Her bundle of joy wants toys, needs a sweater
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| She rips her ex’s mail up and says, my boys can’t eat a letter
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| They need something better, but with all the pressure saying…
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| I’ve been trying harder not to fall
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| Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| I’ve been trying harder not to fall
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| Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| Cause what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| And what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| And what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more
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| Can you hear the cries my Lord? |
| We trying to live by your laws
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| Everything I’m striving for, by your laws
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| Everything I’m striving for, by your laws
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| Cause what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more
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| Just trying to live by your laws
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| Cause what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more
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| Just trying to live by the laws
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| Everything I’m striving for |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By Your Laws, artist - A Broken Silence. Album song All For What, in the genre Альтернатива