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b.k.p. – the moment كلمات اغاني

verse 01:
these ideas are, nightmares to my parents
whose worst fear is a child with a gun, tattoos, and who likes fearin
like whatever i say has no bearin
it’s so scary in a house that he has no carin
walkin around with his headphones on not hearin
alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
he is a problem child, and when these emotions all come out
when he talks about, his parents love fallin out
he’s hates it so bad he’d knock someone out
his thoughts are bad, he’s mad so he’s talkin back
talkin black, brainwashed from his mama and stepdad
sags his pants, bad grades and a bullied past
his mama hurt him so he, left her back
and broke her heart, she lives in a broke -ss home
there’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go

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verse 02:
hip hop is changing, intertwining with f-ggots
and the land of the k!llers a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
lonely or unphony, only has one homie
only this rap, lonely cause don’t anyone else know me
yet people claim that they know me, or where i came to be
i guess words are a mothaf-cka, they can be great
or they can degrade, or even worse, they can mean hate
it’s like my life hangs on every single statement i make
like i’m worshipped, all the stories i feel special
now how the f-ck did these life i have happen?
from standin on corners and porches just yappin
to havin a greater life, no more cryin
but then these f-ckers talk about you, people always try to hurt you
friends turn on you, parents all want a turn at you
to get they hands on every thing you have
people want you to lose your mind every time you mad
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
your family won’t hesitate to produce tons
of bullsh-t, that’s why my thoughts won’t run
so i’m goin to school while my mom is yellin at me
they’re for the teachers that hate me but i hope they all see
that i’m such a f-ckin menace this sh-t doesn’t make sense b
it’s all predictable, if life is a musical
then why ain’t i a criminal, how the f-ck can i love my little girl ?
i shouldn’t, it wouldn’t be in my blood to
you’re full sh-t too ”you hero”; i hope that bullet goes right though you!

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verse 03:
they say music can alter moods and talk to you
well, can it load that gun for you and c-ck it too?
well if it can, and the next time you rap about a dude
just tell the judge it was there fault, and they get sued
see what these kids do is hear ‘rappers toting pistols
and now they want to get one, because that sh-t’s cool
not knowin they really just protectin themselves
they entertainers, of course we don’t know what they think
you ignoramus but music is k!llin itself
we just complain, and we ain’t got checks like ’em in the mail
it’s f-cked up ain’t it? how i came from practically nothin
to being able to have any f-ckin thing that i wanted
that’s why they, sing for these kids who ain’t got a thing
except for some lyrics that they can not sing
they post rap videos on they youtube all day long
for the sake that someone who will here they song
for the people who have been though sh-t in they life
so they sit there and cry at night wishin they’d die
’til one of em’s record come on and they sit and they vibe
he’s nothin to you, but he’s the f-ckin sh-t in my eyes
that’s why they, seize this moment try to figure it out and just hole it
squeeze it and mold it, cause i consider this cover song golden
and maybe em’ll admit when he’s gone
his spirit will live on
though his lyrics that you’ll hear in his songs

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- b k p

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