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.anonymousyp - winter sundays كلمات الأغنية

[verse i]
i thank god for new life
or should i thank god for good life
i could have a blast taking bites from a poison fruit
or my story could be more of truth
but y’all won’t hear me i
roll out of bed like i’d rather be dead
heaven or h-ll and i wonder which option i’m gonna’ head
some believe it’s a lie
but i ain’t gambling or playing with truth
cause if i die won’t fire be proof
so i straddle from open bottles
from a night with friends
to a church services observing i need god again
going left and right to right to left to see
every block or corner inside my country could be
something saddening my heart
could have torn it to shreds
and made a farmable picture over music instead
it was the, homeless
got a brother so hopeless
cause so many i see but can’t offer no help see
“please give me a rand”, the boy asked
as he’s knocking on my gl-ss with his torn up pants
and shirt sh-ggy and feet dragging as he shivers
cause our sundays are cooler than most winters
in zim, it’s not just the weather that hits skin
but the hearts of the rich that can’t help the poor thin
last week, i saw a lady sip and throw out her drink
a couple block from where the homeless
had just begged for a sip but back to him
man i can’t offer much help
cause i spent all my last dollars at a party
and man i felt cold
so cold the time froze
as i’m feeling reality set in my world, thinking
how the h-ll did he survive the night
what fire is in his heart to warm his love for life
to make him fight, fight baby and fight right
survive and steal so you live another night
cause to them, i don’t think they have another option
to get money in pocket, steal, eat and relapse
so my, help’s in need, for love and greed
to get some, decent love in this world indeed
but my problem is
all the people ever hear is the beat
all you ever want to hear is the beat
but i gave him the rand and byp-ssed
but i still hear his voice singing in my past
sh-t, the problem is
all the people ever hear is the beat
all you ever want to hear is the beat
but i gave him the rand and byp-ssed
but i still hear his voice singing in my past, past, past

[chorus]
all alone in this lonely night
i wonder, i wonder how
imma survive, survive
survive this winter sunday, hey
i wonder how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how

[verse ii]
church goers and club owners could be the same
but let me explain
both, are judgmental
but in their own kind
one’s open to light, the other the dark side
first’s a man knowing that s-x sells
and could bring a man heavenly pleasure inside his h-ll
a little thirsty
best believe they’ve got a drink for that
but if looking for better taste go to church
but fact stands that church goers will probably judge you the same
as if born sinners now better than sinners today
so like the homeless i feel hopeless
and start gambling fate
for real love, the type to hate, hate
since forgotten by evil and good
the homeless are shook and whisper
“all minds are all stained,”
these people see nothing but proud victims of dollar bills
being happy alone for more meals
as they watch and die
l!cking lips full of salty tears
so why not k!ll ‘a rich’ and live here
cause if sharing is caring here’s a reason to care dear
silent wave for the pistol here
as they watch and die
l!cking lips full of salty tears
so why not k!ll ‘a rich’ and live here
cause if sharing is caring here’s a reason to care dear
silent wave for the pistol here

(cause when you think about it
compared to them, aren’t we all rich)
i wonder how

[chorus]
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how, how, how, how, how, how
all alone in this lonely night
i wonder, i wonder how
imma survive, survive
survive this winter sunday, hey, hey, hey
i wonder how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how, how
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder how, how

- anonymousyp

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