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When I stand up and know how to act you say I'm like a fag and the bag is a proof that I am. I'm a case of a thing I don't appreciate It's some stuff that I think and I do not hate. But I wonder how I work cuz my mind's a mess and I never success with my rhymes in my bag and that's sad cuz I'm good in this mood when I have a second chance to tell everybody well this isn't a hell it's a world living now living then everyday I grab a pen everyday I feel my "then" internet is my key isolating to the max. psychopatic me hiding from the real deal. try to be real but I feel very ill it's a disease I suffer from, nice. Cuz I do freeze very ill, terrible I feel. I see I suffer from AIDS terrifying laze It's a youngster with his mind as monkeys Donkey Kong thongs and heavy thong-gongs. zink, tongue-tied, thing zink is the link. think of the link and to think with a mind filled with zink is as think with nervs in a shit the same I shit the same in this song Just let it on and bring this beat on. Cuz I do feel like a brake. Songtexte -chorus- Do we have to fight and hit when we just could live in peace Don't you wanna say something to the kids today? I can se a problem problem grow but you can see more than two we can add our words, and we you can solve some problems here. Four years they pass and they pass really fast and the last is a one which gives mind a pop. That's the sound of my mind when I think of my time It's the times and my lines when my pen is a gun and a rhyme is a thing I that can't manage now then I grab my nine lines and I end this life here. But I don't do all the things that I say that I do I just stay cool and ask "Wazz up with you?" Hero-dress and a bag filled with success it's not me can be you cuz I'm not more than you I'm just a boy with a mouth and a mind of wonderings. Things, that I say I do I say to pretend to be cool. So cool to do shoot to say cool stuff but never make them come true. don't do all the stuff that you wan't it can be bad for you. -chorus- *a bad day* Semi-guns, scorpions, shields and guns driving on a bridge to shoot some animals but I hear a loud noise. It's the police Come on Jerka this is for life it is real Drivin' as a freak throws some stuff back it explodes and a bang hears that's bad cuz a man do appears and I splash his black dog driving very ill hit Mrs. Chill. the lady is a cop and she draw her gun fast I have to start act so I hit her while I back Taking of for home while I reload my gun. Shooting at some cows on the road of side of me Wonder how I do when I have to hide at home Turn on the radio to listen at the news. Hear a strange voice, he shouts and he dies I think I hit the mediaman when I drove by So I'm a bad driver. If I could I should drive across the city to make my way clear Better turn in cuz my flat is right there So I jump in to protect what I own even if I'm mad I can't be alone I see a man take aim beside a stone So I shoot him in his leg, my past sees a gloom I think I'm trapped in a game called "Dome" Very sad now cuz the police know who I am and I I'm not ashamed over anything nice I'm not a slice but the cop I just shoot seem to not so very nice. -chorus with special vocals- Aus Songtexte Mania