| So while the vultures pick and bite me
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| I’m keeping love, not hate, inside me
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| You cannot understand how minds meet
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| Until the day you know how minds feel
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| Look at it myself, like, the fuck this all mean
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| Pure emotion, feel it bursting at the seams
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| Took this real life to realize shit ain’t what it seems
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| Look at it myself, like, the fuck this all mean
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| Pure emotion, feel it bursting at the seams
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| Took this real life to realize shit ain’t what it seems
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| Freedom of speech, freedom of choice
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| Freedom to live, freedom to die
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| Freedom to try, but give it a voice
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| Give me a reason that I can’t achieve my dreams, I’ll give you a hundred why
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| I’m the one who’s soaring through the skies while you might wonder why
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| So keep a scripture by the side and keep my vision grounded
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| I keep an open mind to reflect that we ain’t shit without it
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| Who the fuck’s to say that our experience of existence is the be all and the
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| end all
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| Can our perception of what physics is be limited?
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| Sure it is, we can’t even capture two
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| Fact there’s an affinity for what to do with fucking proof
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| So every time you hit the youngest with the rulebook
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| I’ll be in the ethos telling them your shit ain’t foolproof
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| So screw you, I stand here
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| Screw face to scrutinize
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| The fuck are you selling out our youth on other stupid lies
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| Utilize humility, appreciate this tired space
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| And look into the future, keep it moving, get your mind straight
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| Look at it myself, like, the fuck this all mean
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| Pure emotion, feel it bursting at the seams
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| Took this real life to realize shit ain’t what it seems
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| Look at it myself, like, the fuck this all mean
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| Pure emotion, feel it bursting at the seams
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| Took this real life to realize shit ain’t what it seems
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| I feel the love of my son and it beams
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| I’ve felt the love of my fair share of queens
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| But love run to extremes
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| When the love of my land comes before yours
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| That can land us at a war so it seems
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| The same feeling we should hold for our brother
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| Man could make us blow each other up at the seams
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| I’m trying to figure out what lies in between
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| The truth and the white lie, it’s all just esteem
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| Murder under license a soldier is deemed
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| When truths cross the line just to further a dream
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| I got a passion for the word and the rhyme scheme
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| Trying to turn a blank page to a wide screen
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| So kick back, hold a juice and a ice cream
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| Welcome to the matinée view of what I’ve seen
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| Look at it myself, like, the fuck this all mean
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| Pure emotion, feel it bursting at the seams
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| Took this real life to realize shit ain’t what it seems
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| Love, lies, passions, dreams
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| Look at it myself, like, the fuck this all mean
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| Pure emotion, feel it bursting at the seams
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| Took this real life to realize shit ain’t what it seems
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| I back up in it, back to win it, back to instill
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| Love gave me passion, aspirations gives these kids will
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| Reason to be, reason to love, reason to farewell my rare self
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| Better than heroin on a stairwell
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| To heaven, never meant to sever friendships on a level
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| Man I felt the peril, even felt I represent the devil
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| Coming to you live from the belly of the seven headed
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| Betting on myself, still a beggar, never felt to settle
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| Ever the disheveled rebel
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| The mic nestled in my palm as I heckle
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| Shooting songs at the devil’s vessel
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| Karma must’ve answered, my temple silence my mental
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| Fill the inner shot, light as a pedal, headed to edger level
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| Letting go from to be the higher flier
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| I rather inquire self and aspire to Gaia
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| Higher or truer, I maneuver all presents through the sewer stupor
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| Let go my cross to find a path to a bluer future
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| So while the vultures pick and bite me
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| I’m keeping love, not hate, inside me
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| You cannot understand how minds meet
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| Until the day you know how minds feel
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| So while the vultures pick and bite me
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| I’m keeping love, not hate, inside me
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| You cannot understand how minds meet
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| Until the day you know how minds feel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vultures, artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song 2 2 Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп