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gatch - pure creation كلمات الأغنية

in a cl-ssroom looking at the cl-ss rules
looking at how cash rules everything i had knew
or what i thought true lost in a daze
i fought long for this life now my coffins made
im tossed in chains, tryna fight it back
my brain cells are a cell where my mind is trapped
same h-ll full of bars i just like to rap
days spent with cigars and the irish trap
of drink, my mind drifts through an awful phase
i pause and pace myself through a walk of shame
am i placed on a hall of fame?
no, my place left in a call for change
remained, confined in a state of mine
where god, and the rules for this faith are blind
i face the time and stare at the tick tock turns
my hip hop words are a pit stop turn
from a sh-t lost world, the peace is poor
and people pouring poison even more
to even scores of grieving i see the door
pearly gates awaiting my weeping pores, saying

same sh-t but a different day
same spliff reminisce on a different age
same thoughts in the mind of a fiction slave
same faults of a life that my diction paints (x2)

christian prayed till i saw the truth
now i misbehave in a lawless booth
now i hit the page with the gift of ink
begin to think of life as i sip this drink
green light for my rights and wrongs
left in songs for you when you light the bong
i f-cked up maybe once or twice
i f-cked up, lifes tough when you watch with eyes
i f-cked up, to my dad who just wants the best
i f-cked up, to my mam now im all regret
theres still time and i try to change
my tidal waves of rhymes in an irish brain
my pirate ways of life, in a pot of gold
i toss and turn despite what im often told
doubts, and my chances of fame are slim
the name is gatch i gain what i weigh in sin

same sh-t but a different day
same spliff reminisce on a different age
same thoughts in the mind of a fiction slave
same faults of a life that my diction paints, saying (x2)

tough to love when you love to hate
is my l-st enough in this drunken state
am i f-cked or stuck in a sunken place
is it just a puff when the blunt is made?
cause sh-t f-cking up is my only trait
a lonely state of mind where the hope escapes
a home of blame, rhymes is the only way
to float away from stress and ignore the pain
more the same, or to each their own
i wore the shame for years now im weak and pr-ne
to school it defied what i knew was right
the music mind of gatch wasn’t used to shine
abused and labelled foolish i used to cry
suicidal thoughts from the human lies
human minds the faults of the truth in i
moving lives with moods in the booth tonight
choosing mics to bloom from the doom and spite
proven type of jewel i was scrutinized
chewed and fried but still i remain intact
the name is gatch its more than a name infact
i gain a track chin from sustaining hits
i gave a trapped kid hope now the pain is bliss
i made a mad kid change from a satan grip
to making bad things great through the way of lips

- gatch

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