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• Artiste: China White
• Titre: Aggression
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My aggression gives me power in my My weakest hour Such an influential friend My foe when I devour See my red mist set, upon my pale blue eyes I find it hard to discard, it's harder to disguise But it ain't so bad Just as long as I control it Keep in my possession, my aggression when I hold it I keep it to minimal My Satanic subliminal Yeah it helps getting paid It helps me as a criminal To earn my wage, I just apply my rage I see the whites of his eyes Release me from my cage And there'll be no time to tame me while I'm under possession I ask the lord for forgiveness I as I commit my aggression I ask the lord for forgiveness as I commit my aggression There's no excuses to be made but there's a valuable lesson For all the moments you attack, when your enemy taunts you Yeah, those people will come back, 'cause your enemy haunts you It's aggression I'm feeling violated under my skin Forgive me lord for I'm committing no sin It's either me or it's him 'Cause I don't wanna be no victim, victimized by a stranger My defenses I erect under prominent danger Please remember my temper is tender, when I crack I fulfill all obligations to submit and subtract my opposition I'm physically damaging Anger managing I'm playing God I'm choosing who'll be living or vanishing My profession is a product I refuse to be sold A poet's words from a poet's mouth need to be told, of his aggression Our God is a living man Just an angel amongst many cynical hands His son preached "Turn the other cheek if you're touched" I preach an "eye for an eye" Turn my head and I look at the man, as he stands in a puddle of piss See my aggression is a lesson, which he seems to of missed So I'm gonna teach him the truth it can never be sold A poet's words from a poet's mouth need to be told of his aggression