Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Consequences, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song The Sloshpot, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Consequences |
I was scared of release, every sin barely redeemed |
It never seemed fair I just stare and perceive |
And you expected me to care and believe |
From a chair when you speak you don’t care when I leave (fuck off) |
Now how the fuck can I prepeare to be free |
When my hair’s clean shaved and I’m there on the street |
(Like, are you staring at me?) I’ve forgotten what a tramp is |
Mad shit was lost in the bottom of my sandpit |
That pissed me off it’s pot luck and not the world’s end |
Fourteen months to get dumped by your girlfriend |
I turned chauvinistic, went ballistic |
But never showed a bit of it and learned where I did fit |
It’s business, life took a piss where my wish list |
Slid through my fingertips and ripped into thin strips |
I’ve been spitting since prison so I sip crisp |
And dissmiss these visions 'till my wig splits |
It’s just a concequence of what I do |
Man I’m a rapper slash criminal, what are you? |
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths |
Or are you walking down the line of forgotten youths? |
It’s just a concequence of what I do |
Man I’m a rapper slash criminal, what are you? |
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths |
Or are you walking down the thin line of forgotten youths? |
I’m sorry that I broke the law |
But you were smoking draw way before I clock the open door |
You know the score, I was lonely, broke and poor |
Terrified of getting mesmerized by my sober thougts |
So, it’s back to drinking again |
With a qualified skill of how to think with a pen |
The brink of my head dissembled with a kink and a bend |
The lingering stench of death as I’m sniffing again |
This prison a blend and shimmered with a glistening red |
Wish I read instead of flicking through the pictures again |
And yes I guess strees does care when you’re leaving |
Screaming, scratching at the celing |
Never had a reason, clever and attach it from the meaning |
Staring 'round the cell that you’re attacking your beleifs in |
I’m packing what I need, and these are not adventures, |
I’m acting how I please, cause I’ve seen the consequences |
It’s just a concequence of what I do |
Man I’m a rapper slash criminal, what are you? |
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths |
Or are you walking down the line of forgotten youths? |
It’s just a concequence of what I do |
Man I’m a rapper slash criminal, what are you? |
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths |
Or are you walking down the thin line of forgotten youths? |
«Young men with a mind for revenge need little encouragement… You, above all, |
should know the consequences of the life you choose.» |
(consequence, consequence) |
«I hope you understand» |
(consequence, consequence) |
«Truth or consequences, life or death sentence» |
«Embrace faith with open arms» |
(concequence, concequence) |
«Fuckface… |
…Do you expect me to be, thick in the head, the way you want me… |
…Do what we tell you, think what we tell you, say what we tell you, squawk, |
be a fucking parrot… |
…I hate you for putting me in here… |
…You put yourself in here.» |
«Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences |
You probably only did a month for minor offences» |