Представляем точный текст композиции "T.M. (Message To Killa Black)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tragedy Khadafi . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «T.M. (Message To Killa Black)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tragedy Khadafi передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tragedy Khadafi - "T.M. (Message To Killa Black)"
Lyrics to T.M. (Message To Killa Black) : "What price are you talking about, sir'" [Malcolm X:] "The price of freedom is death" Yo, Only one sperm cell survives out of millions Hustlers strive, the trades we learn by the buildings In Hells Kitchen - projects burn the children Some get locked, lay in a box with no feeling On my back staring at the ceiling, through dealing Sweat dripping, hands together, my knees kneeling Where was God when my pops fell to his death bleeding' Was he trapped like Martin in his last cry for freedom' And when I die, will my soul ride til I see him' Never thought that Id be overseas with Koreans Rockin a vest, pushin bulletproof Europeans In hot wheels - spit shit the crowd could feel Spendin chips on Hilal meals, ripping foul steel While snakes come behind me to lace my spine Say grace and at the same time, embrace my nine We ball like ghetto children in life tournaments Lusting for platinum chains and ice ornaments I strive for what I live for - cut from an iller cloth Plot like Hyman Roth in a loft Stack chips before the new millennium curse U-N-I-Verse, we true and living heirs to the universe Rep the 41st til my heart burst Ready to die - til we seen Biggie ride in a hearse Yo, your comrades moving like wolves in sheeps clothing Friends are foes - hanging niggas cause they holding [Chorus] If you cant hold on, hang on - we can make it Whatever they dont give us in this life, we can take it Joy and pain - through the sunshine and rain As the world turns, life remains the same We escaped through the flames in this game we bled Pour some liquor on the ground - God bless the dead To my niggas still living, yo - hold your head To my niggas still living, yo - hold your head Yo, yo, yo, I blow shots from a drop rover til the worlds over Seeing Jehovah through the eyes of a young soldier Black Moses - literature in pure dosage From a landscape of Kuwait - Jakes and vultures Too many of us lose focus Due to the fact that were all just a bunch of soldiers Foul cultures Funny how the streets mold us Allah told us - in the cages where they hold us, its much colder Hear the pain through my words as I ['] in song See, the worlds rotten like the veins in my fathers arm Used to be a follower of Islam - niggas is sheist Study my life - living in these days is trife Heaven and Hell, a thin line between paradise Rather than lose, some choose to take they own life Said a prayer for him, hoping that his soul was blessed Cause my hands couldnt cover all the holes in his chest What they do' Turn around and blame me for his death Im like Malcolm X resurrected in a Lex, holding two tecs Holograms in the headrest, yo Shoulda knew what love is, before he learned what a thug is Now we leave the seeds to be raised by their mothers Ive seen the hood raise brothers Kill too many of us A thin line between the freedom and the foul judges In the streets, where them snake niggas hold grudges [Chorus] [ T.M. (Message To Killa Black) Lyrics ]
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