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foreign beggars – the mission كلمات اغاني

standing at the crossroads (crossroads)
at the end of the path where the flock go
feeling blessed by the gods if we’re not gone
in between the time the sun sets and the c_ck crows
trying to make the right moves getting cold feet
although we’ve been walking on hot coals
’cause the clock shows no mercy for lost souls
and your socks show part holes when you got goals

martin luther king had a dream that did not grow
he got popped by a demon, the clat goes
black folks still carry that yoke
all carry that hope, that boat but the cracks show
whole generation of youths that could not grow
without asking the truth, where the pops go?
while we’re enslaved being gangsta we’re in chains
that hang at the torso in the wardrobe
life in the belly of the beast
striving to get a better eat
got to climb to the peak
but the incline teller [?] speak
when your mind’s an enemy to defeat
we’ve been programmed to be weak
brainwashed by the programmes on the radio jams
and repeat the read scam is so beef
some of us gotta shop gram
so we’re getting those grams by the weak

the man’s got pockets but the line kinda deep
and he can’t reach
sometimes he might throw a little chunk change at the school board
but equality is a thing that you can’t teach
ourself [?] while you’re jetting to a palm beach
taking selfies a streak ’cause they can’t eat
that’s the part of the system we can’t beat
till we all come together as one piece

[chorus]
ha, this is us, this is [?]
to live or to die for the mission
not sure if the journey is even working
trying to fly with a backpack full of baggage
so i stay swerving, woah_oh_oh_oh, swerving
have to keep it moving so long as it’s working, yeah
swerving, ah, ah, ah, ah, swerving
till i see the road falling off the garden, yeah
are been defined by our conscience?
are we destined to walk a certain path as the cross fits?
in a world where the godless are not stressed
and the what list leave the bladdies a hot mess
how we gonna progress
when my ethnicity’s got me sitting on a watchlist?
honestly, honestly, i hear a lot less
except the false prophet profiteers of a lost script
if it ain’t progress it’s nonsense
if it ain’t us, it’s a lot less
how you gonna be a voice for the youth
when you misinterpret love for a sket in a dead dress?
cybersp_ce, we connect but we’re not friends
productivity’s up but to what end?
i ain’t trying to break up push[?] the wrong end
so i try peace in these beefs[?] that’s a godsend
so i see the world different
see the world burning, to me that’s the system
well aware the sh_t could change in an instant
but, see, the world turned it’s back on its children
(serious) ostracised but we never play the victim
look, we learn from the fringe, that’s the difference
even learn about love from a distance
but before love must come forgiveness
so, i speak the unspeakable
think the unthinkable, live the unlivable
they said i was an outcast
they said i was a cause for concern
but i showed i’m invincible
i ain’t living in the cloud, both feet on the ground
unified, we stay indivisible
if i’m judged by your b_lls[?] i’m a criminal
love transcend all hate in the physical
[chorus]
ha, this is us, this is [?]
to live or to die for the mission
not sure if the journey is even working
trying to fly with a backpack full of baggage
so i stay swerving, woah_oh_oh_oh, swerving
have to keep it moving so long as it’s working, yeah
swerving, ah, ah, ah, ah, swerving
till i see the road falling off the garden, yeah

so i stay swerving, woah_oh_oh_oh, swerving
have to keep it moving so long as it’s working, yeah
swerving, ah, ah, ah, ah, swerving
till i see the road falling off the garden, yeah

- foreign beggars

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