Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paradise Lost, artist - Square One. Album song Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
Paradise Lost |
From B-More Careful to The Chocolate City |
Where not so pretty chicks often act sadity |
Tiny cats carry gats, attitudes is shitty |
In the streets they form black committees |
It’s simply the call of the wild. |
The young black child’s |
In danger; |
They can’t seem to manage their anger |
Unborns is aborted with hangers |
Little shorties goin' insane givin' brain to strangers |
Can’t seem to change this. |
The man has arranged this |
Oblivious to it all, we livin' in chambers |
No hope, my man’s grandmama sells dope |
Mad drama, the only way she knows how to cope |
Yesterday little Susi got sprayed up in kindergarten |
Now she’ll never see the first grade |
That’s real! |
Tell me if you feel what I say |
It’s ill when juvenilles kill to get paid |
And mothers suffer and slave to save for another grave |
That’s why they pray when their kids misbehave |
Until the day when the jakes take’em away |
They gotta pay for the mistakes they made |
We’re in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause |
It’s war and the streets show no remorse |
It’s war mad drama plus more in store |
They catch bodies just to keep the score… |
We’re still locked in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause |
It’s war and the streets show no remorse |
It’s war mad drama plus more in store |
They catch bodies just to keep the score! |
(twice) |
The art of war documents crime rhyme sequels |
Lions & weasels Quoting signs of evil, man-kinds and peoples |
Street-Cats got nine lives to bleed through |
Fiends giving brain for french-fries and needles! |
Plus any challenge these minds find is lethal |
They teach little kids to blame the tribes of Hebrew |
Neglected, you could say it’s lack of perspective |
But I knew Gina, Ishmael has shot for a necklace! |
He got knocked driving a stolen Lexus |
At the same confines Po-Po infested |
It’s 25 to life, a soldier’s reflection |
Its old soul mirrors an unspoken death-wish! |
Inmates offered a sort of protection |
Until his ass got moved to the HIV-section! |
Now, that’s real in these fields of sorrow |
If parents misbehave, their children follow! |
They squared 41 shots to kill Diallo |
And it’s 40 shots too much for me to swallow |
Let’s, build our boroughs and seal tomorrow |
Sending out messages in Olde English bottles. |
What… |
Chorus: Repeat |