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• Artiste: Sole and The Skyrider Band
• Titre: Longshots
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I started digging my grave at age 15 And my work won't be done until I hit China I'm digging ditches from here to Barcelona and uh My spirits high it'll take a bunker buster to lift me I'm taking long shots, I got a long aim My wife's related to Muhammed got a long name We in the southwest cooking in the ranch That's where they tried to hang me, but I broke the branch This ain't no simple posture homey, the ground it shifting You can plug in or tune out, to me it don't make a difference Of course I say that, it falls on deaf ears like my life lessons In conversation I'm like a Wahabbist, the room is Christian The rumors are circling, vultures are killing in the sky There's halos to burst, the world's a thirst and I ain't ready to die Ready to bust this pen in the eye of the last dollar bill in my pocket And all I wanted was money in my pocket You can't fade death, can't ignore the facts I'm not the last, but a lot of good men have died on this path So this is for those who follow trends and fall on their swords I'm make my last stand here, and for the next 60 years or more I used to rap fast, but them words was wasted Almost ruled the world, it was so close I could taste it It's a world of images, gotta fake it to make Rap myself in mummy rags cuz they'll take if they see you naked I'll never light myself on fire to prove what can't be proved A madman can't smoke a joint to sooth what can't be soothed I got no enemies ever since I stopped wheeling and dealing Fuck friends who shoot you in the back and ask you how you feeling I'm here to save you calories, here's the rock, there's the glass ceiling Cover your head, stained glass cuts and nothing beats the feeling Them screws is falling, out the head of Mr. Holland Oh you've been quiet lately, I didn't see you drowning Thanks for the rope, I'll need a million meters more I see a handful of torches, meet me at the core You know it's a cold war every time you feel the fog You know it's a sinking ship, there's no one left at all Holla at your boy if you scholar, not a toy They won't kill me cuz I know too much, it's murder by ignore And they all wanna change me, but I know I can't They say I flow like blood in the middle east I think my songs is like them boys in the coal mine Toxic black dust in my lung poison my mind I used to think I was a Communist, a silly dream It was a lonely place, now everything I do is for me And I don't like how it sound, but thats the way it go Ask Cormac McCarthy... its a long road