Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Brave And The Snake, artist - P.O.S. Album song Never Better, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
The Brave And The Snake |
Dedicated to the brave and the snakes how they stay |
Steady raising mistakes like the earth won’t quake |
If they don’t break rank, and the bank, and the take, and the hate |
And the shape of the grief in the wake of a mistake |
Dedicated to the trust in the grave, to the lust and the haze |
Every co-dependent with a gust to behave, to the old pet names |
The dust and dead pets in the backyard graves |
Dedicated to the dedicated few |
Under medicated with an elevated view |
Stuck down, big ups to the buck-short |
The harsh, the snitched, the not-rich, the miscourt |
Those who demonstrate when the rest just say |
Or penetrate when there ain’t no way |
Dedicated to the sweat in the face |
Of a man misplaced who finds his own lane |
Dedicated to the brave and the snakes how they stay |
Steady raising mistakes like the earth won’t quake |
If they don’t break rank, and the bank, and the take, and the hate |
And the shape of the grief in the wake of a mistake |
Dedicated to the trust in the grave, to the lust and the haze |
Every co-dependent with a gust to behave, to the old pet names |
The dust and dead pets in slippery concaves |
Dedicated to the dedicated few |
Over-medicated with an underrated view |
Stuck down, big ups to the buck-short |
The harsh, the snitched, the not-rich, the miscourt |
Those who demonstrate when the rest just play |
Or penetrate like today’s that day |
Dedicated to the sweat in the face |
Of a man misplaced who finds his own lane |
Dedicated to the real, to the raw |
To the ball in the court of a tall sip |
Slip through the sidewalk, skip through the hard part |
Tip to the card shark, rip through the rampart |
Rampage campaign, masquerade that-a way |
Dedicated to any fucker that back breaks |
Dedicated to any mother with cracks in her pretty face |
Dedicated to the rat race |
And to the great escape, and to the greatest days |
And to the things we make with our own hands |
And to the way we stay within the arms delay |
Until the sting of loss in our own land |
And to the great escape, and to the great escape |
To the great escape, to the great escape |
To the great escape, to the great escape |
To the great escape, to the great escape |