| Reporting live from the service, too many funerals
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| Thousand moms and dads, five hundred murders
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| Five hundred murderers, burglars
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| promise
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| Turn a boy cold in the night, seeking silence
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| In the sun times, reports to going violence
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| More pigs in the trough means nothing when the follow
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| Rhyme follow daily, crime climb daily
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| Twenty-six and cal corpmans pack full of babies
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| The judges kick the baby mommas out, shut the crying up
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| Wonder if the baby know the verdict
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| Baby got inserted in this world full of hatred
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| And it’s fate is depending on how great a student’s aim is
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| The love’s going love songs
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| Walk the streets waitin' to be next, my bud strong
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| Listenin' to sirens, common is a
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| Charcoal grey skies of just another earthworm
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| Living on the earth, turning with it, equipped with no equipment
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| Living in a gifted of missed misfits
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| And listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
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| Mom weeping, against the kitchen window
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| Big toed about the grim reaper creepin'
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| Can you keep a secret?
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| Do you sleep with the meat clever in your sleeping bag just in case the sneaky
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| back?
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| Well I have, life’s not a lilac
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| Life’s more like a steak, froze’d as a ice pack
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| Life’s more like weight, lifin' to move stress
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| Like the massage, without being touched by flesh
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| By George, think you got it, fragile as the days are
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| way to work, man, murdered on a train car
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| Fatherless to kids, now the kids wanna play guard
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| Later, vicious cycle, roll the dice, psycho killers at large
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| Sittin' in my car, feelin' these bars
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| Tears flowin' down my damn face, need of a
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| Help to wonder if my time will come soon
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| If I’ll die young too
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| Reflection off the high hung moon
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| Living on the earth, turning with it, equipped with no equipment
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| Living in a gifted of missed misfits
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| And listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
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| Listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sound of the Weapon, artist - Verbal Kent. Album song Sound of the Weapon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп