Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We All Bleed, artist - Non Phixion. Album song The Green CD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
We All Bleed |
| We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe |
| We all fuck, we all love, we all need |
| We all pray, we all hope, we all dream |
| We all live, we all die, we all bleed |
| I write twelve bars and excite the mind of twelve Gods |
| Hell’s hard, you living it, existence is our differences |
| Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the Earth till it finishes |
| we gotta fight the justice |
| Our thoughts are on some freedom by the thug shit |
| You loving, know your enemy, pull your gat and bust it |
| Trust it, I’m type minded aside the blinded |
| Remind it of time when we was young and toy guns was fun |
| Things then changed, the game is real life |
| Mother’s cry «My baby died last night!» |
| lighting dust in glass pipes |
| Poverty, modestly it’s hard to be peaceful |
| When they got you trapped and won’t release you to live true equality |
| I rhyme disturbed and angry only to offer opportunity |
| Regards of the disses I got love for my community |
| Break immunity, drug sales, overpopulated jails |
| If you can’t then I’ll express how it feel |
| Ayo I plan to be a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil |
| For doing really fucked up things to good people |
| I rob the rich man, trying make the world equal |
| Run up in my crib, dog, I’m down to hurt people |
| The dirt we do guarantee that I’m going to hell |
| Going to war, going to jail, going to die |
| Bust the slug in the air, swallow my own blood, sweat and tears |
| (?) Spirit wishing I bust it first? |
| but I fail, fuck that |
| I’m a survivalist (?) to fire full clips |
| In the matter of seconds, automatic weapons |
| Splatter banana in other direction, we wild out |
| Savages go against the righteous |
| It’s like the AIDS virus kill you but there ain’t no cure |
| It’s like putting out an album but there ain’t no tour |
| It’s like a fiend up for some pussy but there ain’t no whore |
| It’s like you’re hungry for food but there ain’t no more |
| It’s like you fucking with me, It’s like going to war |
| Throw you off the top of this building you going to fall |
| It’s like walking through the morgue just holding my balls |
| Everything is everything and the same goes for all of y’all |
| I ride the path of the lightning |
| Blast with the hands I fight with |
| The same (?) |
| I know my crib’s bugged equipped with pipe bombs and drugs implanted |
| My gun’s jamming, how the fuck you scheme about love? |
| Until my son’s standing grown man |
| I’ll show his (?) |
| We build pyramids, Aztecs, militant thugs |
| Perform my ritual efficient you can tell by the drums (?) |
| Computer faggots typing their truth |
| My model spits rounds aside the mosh pits |
| Pissing razors like we all lifers |
| Trifle like pork with night sticks |
| But I got something better after you clip in your blue sweater |
| Who’s better? |
| Demonstrators aim at the door |
| Assassinated by the third joint I capture you all |
| Your shit is manufactured, you couldn’t finish the war |