| May the road rise up to meet you
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| May the wind always be at your back
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| May the sun shine warm upon your face
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| And the rain fall forever upon your fields
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| Born with the darkest eyeball
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| Traumatised father sparked ital
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| The second bastard born in Karma’s tidal
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| Bless my aunt she kept palms on bibles
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| Slept with scars from rivals
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| Lickin cars from Pecknarm for titles
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| Feds surround the ends with rifles
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| Masked desciples
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| Harlots ride the phalus hard at nightfall
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| Behind walls crack pipe pulls tap line moves
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| Flat lines from black nines that shoot
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| Taps on his back spine from gang tie recruit
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| Nine year old back sides like ride through
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| She hides the loot dump the nine in the boot
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| Liquidise highs late nights riding with high recruits
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| Spiral and coniving roots tyrant crews
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| Seen man tired from man made lies
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| to his ride guns spaff from the side
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| Fate on the acid stuff down an alkaline compressor
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| Stress puts his mother on a stretcher
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| Calmer temper karma’s pressure
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| Stuck in a mason masters architecture
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| I lust Armani textures
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| Plus yards with drink bars and six sharks beneath the dresser
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| Ask my lecture for tarnish brass armed ejectors
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| Spin the rim around to narcs
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| Piranhas who let the past infect us
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| Scammers with cornrows tapping in four ohs
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| Cameras capture abort souls trapped in the sort code
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| I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow
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| Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes
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| Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers
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| Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers
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| I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow
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| Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes
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| Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers
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| Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers
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| She’s out picking her skin with the ilnness
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| All she craves is earth and water
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| Trying to raise sons kids with a daughter
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| Four of us never knew pops
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| Broad shoulders taller than my olders
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| Way she taught us was rough
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| Promised to never let her see me in cuffs she brought us up
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| Hell in lakeside flat twenty seven things ain’t right
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| Mothers dump us on pavements social services take rights
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| Court cases glazed eyes days I cried age five
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| Drained inside with a sour face oh five devoured my tapes
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| Banging out weights to escape
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| Always depressed with a big nose poking my chest
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| Low fades with waves blowing haze respect
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| Stopped listnening to my grandma and caused her a stroke
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| Left home in my late teens started serving up 'dro
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| Case closed handed my line out to bruddas in west end
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| Mates showed me the roads to take oz to invest in
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| Resting with henchmen bench press ten with tension
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| Dressed in french linen dropping pork was the beginning
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| I started reading books and now the worlds spinning
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| Knowledge I gained in my dome replaced a hole made for sinning
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| VOs sent from brothers in prison cause friction
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| The streets talking. |
| Stay with my aunt before she had abortion
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| She taught me caution held me like a son
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| Never felt like she was enforcing
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| She only wanted me to prosper
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| All the bridges i burned my ways was fucked up
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| If I run I’m scared if I stay I’m dead
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| I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow
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| Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes
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| Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers
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| Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers
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| I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow
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| Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes
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| Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers
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| Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers
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| Yeah till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers
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| Triple darkness Cyrus Malachi |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red Snow , by - Melanin 9. Song from the album Magna Carta, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп