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thug poet - thug poet كلمات الأغنية

verse 1
just another young soldier with the fury of h-ll/ out for war so i’ll probably be buried with sh-lls/ still breathin’ i’m still squeezin’/ ’cause n-ggas is still eatin’/i love the lord/ but crave war/ for murder i need no reason/ i learned what they be teachin’/ and teachers they be deceivin’/ i walk alone at night ’cause i’m sneakin’ up on my demons/ i’m gonna take his head off/ like monday after the weekend/of weed is what i’m reekin’/speakin’ amongst my heathens/ my heathens see you sleepin’/ they creep up and leave you leakin’/ my strength is a weakness/my weakness also a strength/ i’m not ya average gangsta rock sleepy eyes and a grin/ let you think sh-t is sweet/till the heat/ rest on ya chin/ say a prayer and its the end/ my feet is itchin’/ guess i’m going somewhere i never been/ if its h-ll bury me with a pad and a pen/ so i can write punchlines about the devil as i pray for my sin/

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verse 2

the bible said i’d lead an army of repentant soldiers/ so as i grow older feel my heart gettin colder/when i was young i said please lord forgive ’em/ but now i’m like f-ck it p-ss my sword/ imma k!ll ’em/ and all that is chillin’/ see the sins of a villan/jarred from nightmares as i restore the feelin’/ lord give me strength as i collide with my fate/play life like spades kings k!lled by the ace/ sh-t/ look in the mirror not seein’ my face/ stand before the judge and all i see is my case/ man!/ my n-ggas say its war/ then all i need is the gauge/thug p motherf-cker/ from the home of the brave/ a.k.a. the ironhand god’s gift to the game/ like peter defendin’ christ when i’m swinging this blade/ ’cause like a dutchmasters n-gga goin out in a blaze/… what

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verse 3

i gotta sick squad but i move like the lone range/ smoke blacks tote guns/ and i hold bangas/ until you watch your brother die/ you don’t know anger/ wagin a war with no winner/tryna keep my dreams from fadin’/ lke gr-ss in a cold winter/ with bags in my socks/ tryna change my figures/ sh-t/ close my eyes i have dreams i’m k!llin these n-ggas/ staring at the wall/ illin’ while sippin’ my liquor/ its like kodak but/ n-ggas not gettin’ the picture/i’m never fazed a renegade/ with a rebel militia/ they say if you don’t pray/ the devil will get ya/ i say he dinner if he dare step up in my kitchen/ i’m on a mission/ buildin’ prisons with bars that i’m spittin’/ might be trippin/ with the pen i be jordan and pippen/ i’ll put ya heart in ya hands and you catchin’ ya feelings

outro

hasten my feet to perfom thy will. he who shed the blood of man by man be k!lled. as your battleaxe thou hast commaned me. thy servant shall i ever be. your grace and mercy shall i seek as i crush the wicked and defend the weak. your battles shall i ever seek. may the iniquitous tremble and gnash their t–th. grant thy protection unto me. to be reckoned among thine favored sheep. in nomeni patri et fili espiritu sancti amen

- thug poet

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