DC the MIDI Alien — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Spirit Pt. 2

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Yeah, uh
Feel the fire that ignites steady preaching to the choir at night
Drinking 'til he sees light
Days been on the bench, trench in the stench
Ran over guys who could give a fuck if you ain’t fam
Damn this government, no love in it because they lie
Innocent, shoot 'em in they back, pop
Wars in Iraq, so they
They never lose just up the tax we fit the bill
They give us pills to chill
Drugs to hide from ourselves and guns to kill one another
Swear to God on anything that I ever loved in my life
I will bleed every ounce of into this mic
Until I’m cremated, shiny watches and cars doesn’t mean you’ve made it
They team with them, damn we playing media
strict 'til your head pops
And broadcast live and direct, they hands out
Not for respect, cut the
And watch what you say, they dialed in
But until you fuck if they hear us
They ain’t never gonna kill my spirit
Mind is trained, protect mines to
They aligned the planes, then ask why we commit crime, insane
But I’ll rebuttal if they were truly concerned
With our struggle change
The spirit of America’s so gone, so on the way
From rattle to the battle is who say the least
Sway swing folks with hopes to increase
Aggression overseas
While black ops oversee all of us overly
Crack to blast marks on ground zero
We found heroes and even in worst times, but
Like Nero, burned down to rebuild
Fear’s so dear so we kill
Any and all, our government’s team of
Connect the dots and propaganda the plots
They got us landing in hot drop, LZs
Get Tel Aviv bombed on TV
See it’s okay, to laugh when rap is rained down and
Have to get on the ground to half the age
Front-page New York post
Got most of the dead and dying lying in the roll
While US soldiers, prowl like lions in the
I know the sounds on American but these days
It seems killing is what makes us American
Uh, sun rising, my presence a daily blessing, a lesson in compassion,
exposed in my profession
Ain’t much changed since the intro with the Jacksons
Where I picture myself in five years? Not sketching
Every day is a rumour, my life that I just stepped in
I’ll die with the with good memories I’ll be left in
So in essence I’m limitless, looping on life I live again
But where do you draw the line or are you stuck scribbling
Little artistic plan, worse that I’m revisiting
That get you thinking about the life you want to be living in
Rhyming for the sake of ritalin, no it’s for the kids to safe the ritalin
Pick up their life when their presription ends
It’s like you your own, hyping the bridge
The words of your own story, your life you currently biting, hah
Non of it happens if the first step ain’t trying so
After this song stop relaying and start relying
Word up*

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