| You can hear the strings of the violin welcome me in
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| Feels like the pain under your skin when you livin' in sin
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| Sounds of a dirty syringe, heroin gon' swim
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| Polluting the souls of the project kids
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| Born to drug fiends, growin' up to jail bids
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| Broken dreams and promises fuel gang violence and
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| Pigs always show up when the guns is done firing
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| Another family crying, another funeral
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| Another retaliation, another burial
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| And that cycle gonna continue until you see the God in you
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| Kings and queens of the earth with a lethal virtue
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| Crack rocks shape the block like an earthquake do
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| Drive-bys in the hood with the plates removed
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| Bandanna gun handle for the flag you choose
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| Putting they conscience to sleep when them hammers is used
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| Penetrate the penitentiary swallowing balloons
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| Poison the prison system crushed glass in your food
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| History repeats itself (The Cycle)
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| Kids having kids killing kids (The Cycle)
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| Drug addiction gettin' passed down through the umbilical
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| Until you wake up you’re just a slave to the cycle
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| You can hear the snatch of click like hollow tips when you fillin' the clip
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| Hundred dollar spliffs spillin' the piff
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| You don’t even get high anymore barely feelin' the lift
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| You need a whole fifth of whisky to drift
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| Take it back to the cycle that twist (?)
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| Like a python to eat itself to muffle it’s hiss n a puddle of piss
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| Self-destructive pitch drunk in the whip
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| Jump the curb struck a bitch and hit her mother and her kid
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| Ain’t nothing new under the solar system
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| Cause even in the summer time the soul of the street is ice cold like winter
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| Deep freeze like 40 below booze (?)
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| And no more fights around here no more the shorty’s all shoot
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| Three sixty round table
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| Shot with a three-pound four Gs is piece and the cable (?)
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| Different generation same shit though
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| Same blood thirst, same ignorance
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| Same motivation when the gun bursts
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| It’s like a cycle
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| Some will go home some will go witness
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| Like somebody gotta lose in order for you to win
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| You got your delicate predicate felons who couldn’t swim
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| Got caught up in a tide now he’s facing a five to ten
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| Try to game but who sayin' bucks you slang dusk (?)*
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| Now you came up get *
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| You can’t trust niggas around who permanently press you
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| These niggas bank for they colors but they don’t really rep you
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| Hang you out to dry, got they crooked eyes all in your spot
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| Airing out your dirty laundry now they all in your socks
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| Wolves in sheep clothing, heat holding, calling the cops
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| Got the police rolling out of (beats) controlling the block
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| You was on top now you in a box caged in
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| Through the years full of cheer now your world’s caved in
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| Born and raised in a family of made * ??
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| A cycle’s still repeated at the day’s end and grey jims (?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Cycle , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Septagram, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп