| Switch-blade mistakes
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| Leaving kids' tales never heard
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| Victims are physical until they believe the earth
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| This sickness is visual, you don’t need to dig this dirt
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| Addictions are killing citizens before they’ve seen the world
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| Swiggered on a drink until their insides and livers hurt
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| Kids are killing kids and then there’s young women giving birth
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| Driven by their instinct before they’ve ever lived and learned
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| Vision’s blurred, 'cos they don’t seem to know their worth
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| And we all struggle clear like our role models
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| Man punching walls till they’re left up with broke knuckles
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| Disputes settled on a pavement with blood puddles Surveillance doubles
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| Our pictures taken like our freedom and they make it subtle
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| Cameras in a little bubble
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| Placed in all the trains and buses, they don’t trust us
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| So when we’re born, we’re born as suspects
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| It’s all assumptions, treated like we’re drug lords and gunmen
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| Just 'cos we rep our hoodie cap and we bun cest
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| The Babylon, we bunned them, my middle finger’s up, yes
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| Fuck stress, I wanna live life nice in sunsets
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| This is the life we lead, but not the life we love
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| This is the reason why I crush mics 'til I be dust
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| You gotta balance mind, channel aggression
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| Stay focused, keep perspective
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| Show respect, change perception
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| Love conquers all, trying to make progression
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| Shape, protect and mould the young minds
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| As these times get iller, signs get hidden
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| I couldn’t care less if my rhymes get written
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| Or style gets copied, there’s more of importance
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| As we try and discover the coordinates for the end destination
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| Just open your eyes for some confirmation
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| Complications occur in the journey
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| We spiral down in the ball of flames burning
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| Some become ash, some rise again
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| Some can’t stand and some ride the pain
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| Strive to be free, fighting from the hate
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| This is the life we lead, but not the life we love
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| This is the reason why I crush mics 'til I be dust
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| Never am I going back
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| I move forth, making tracks
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| Till my vision fade to black
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| I stay intact, 'cos
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| Half my fam are in the grave
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| I pray for them, but they were snatched
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| It’s all around you, trust, it ain’t about them
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| Mugs, they try and doubt you
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| Hunt you with a foul tool
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| Drugs that come and cloud you
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| Suck you to your downfall
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| Before it’s too late for round two
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| So take a step back, listen your faith
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| Elevate your mind and see what you’ll amount to
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| See what you’ll amount to…
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| When you’re down to your last penny, stressing
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| Money ain’t everything, make some progression
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| Tape some aggression, leave you by the wayside
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| Beef now is like a sea of arms like a stage dive
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| One’s got a weapon, others gotta match it, had shit
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| To the map pointed at your damn wits
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| Stop telling fibs, stop telling kids lies
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| Yeah, they’re mad enough to emulate others' lives
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| Hate thrives on the ignorance and anger
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| Twelve-year olds handcuffed
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| Yeah, man, it’s damn fucked
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| This is the life we lead, but not the life we love
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| This is the reason why I crush mics 'til I be dust
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| Yeah-yeah, Fliptrix, Verb-T, it’s the life that we lead… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life We Lead , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album Theory of Rhyme, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп