Текст песни True Warchild

Yeah Avogadro: a true war child

Verse1

Attack was very rapid
It started as hit and run a military tactic
Hit once & retreat, on a mission to defeat
A big force, it succeeded but now innocent ones bleed
And kids take arm to the streets
U already know the outcome
U may walk around & get hit by a random
Bullet, a true definition of a dead man walking
In a place where u wont hear dogs barking
Going that direction, u better know how to duck
Snipers play a game called "go-find-your-luck"
Up on a bridge of Anzaloti
Aiming at ya head whenever they pop it (blauuw!)
Shoot u dead first then see what u get in ya pocket
Nobody keeps their cruelty in check
Just live by the day, not knowing what to expect

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My story is realer check out my background
Hey! What u rap about?
A true warchild, it aint in me to back down
Naah! Nothing to brag about

Verse2

Not once in a blue moon
But every afternoon I used to tune
Into a special English of the VOA trying to be semanticist
Now Im the soloist
AVO thats how I abbreviate
My name, I came with the truth activate Avogadro - True Warchild - http://ru.motolyrics.com/avogadro/true-warchild-lyrics.html
Your brain cells in order to elevate your mind,
Dont be captivated by the smile
I led life more corrupt than FBI files
So called emcee's grew up in peace, smoke trees
Then talk about guns & what the fantasize
Telling us they wise & nice
But I never feel it not at any price
This ain't no tough talk but I seen 'em all
I seen hard ones turn into a soft
When the sound of a bomb goes off
I witnessed highest degree of hatred
Seen cats trying to make it (what!)

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Verse 3

Just tell it how it is, no regrets no justification
Im feeling like a leader betrayed by his own nation
Propaganda is just another type of war
If u dont know what u fight for
U aint get the right to talk about struggle
I aint trying to knock ya hustle
This is real talk, never meant to pour a scorn
On ya action, I see rappers going to a war torn
Country, how can they relate to u? U never seen
A war, I get it
U just nothing but a program on the screen
If these labels get ya back, u can play any role
Yeah u can keep what u stole
But once u get caught they cut ya hand off
My roots go back to the land of (where?)
Poets: S-o-m-a-l-i-a!

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