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3rd strike - voices كلمات الأغنية

i hear the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
i hear the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
i hear the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices
…the voices

18 with the bullet train to pull it from my survival neighborhood
veteranos and dead homies are my idols
getting back at my rivals is my plan of attack
whose got my back, me vida es tu vida, that’s a known fact

this game i’m dealing pain has got the same face
but i hear voices still my choices are in the wrong place
what do i know, but what i see on the day livin’ shady has got me hazy and mixed up
crazy making sense of it all

i’m standing tall false pride reinforces my walls of defense
against my enemies who threaten me
is this my destiny, my resident makes it evident
guns, money, and murder are the precedent

a demon to most, and angel to some
i’m known by all but a friend to none
no walking into the sunset, i feel no love
as i start to hear the voices from above, singing

now at the end, with this life that i live
all the blood that’s been shed i can’t hide
living in sin, fit the hatred within
now i’m left with the voices inside

now i’m 22, doing .. working for the neighborhood
the youngsters looking up to me, copy my apathy
blind rage, wars rage over a city or street
i bring the heat to the game to ensure the defeat

repeat the scores of no remorse is the life that i choose
i don’t got nothing now so i got nothing to lose
refuse to give-up, i’m making a name for myself
the wall is h-t-up with … homies i roll with

to a .. drive-bys, look into my eyes
you see there’s nothing there but a hollow stare
no one seems to care about a gang affiliate
i’m hated by system so i gotta deal with it

can’t get a 9-to-5 cause i’m a felon
so drugs are what i’m sellin’
momma keeps yelling, telling me i won’t amount to nothing
so something’s gotta change, the voice is getting louder in my brain

now at the end, with this life that i live
all the blood that’s been shed i can’t hide
living in sin, fit the hatred within
now i’m left with the voices inside

been crazy years with the blues payin’ dues
been crazy years with the blues payin’ dues
been crazy years with the blues payin’ dues

25 incarcerated for the crimes i commited
yea i did it, so this prison made of concrete and steel is where i’m livin’
no dealin’ with my feelins’, walking stone face
hanging with the southside, i guess it’s going to be a long ride

to win a life sentence is my penance for a homicide
gotta put the outside world out of sight, out of mind
but when i’m leavin’ i’ll be leavin’ in a body bag
i hear the voices getting close, it looks like i’m already dead

guess this is what i get for my 15 minutes of fame
myself, for my body, and another for my name
a solider from…
….
still i regret certain things that i done i can never forget

i miss my moms and my friends back home
i’m surrounded by people but still i feel alone
they took my freedom away from me now i got no love
but they can’t take away the voices from above

now at the end, with this life that i live
all the blood that’s been shed i can’t hide
living in sin, fit the hatred within
now i’m left with the voices inside

- 3rd strike

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