Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paradise Lost , by - Square One. Song from the album Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |