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cul-de-sac - ipo crita lyrics

ipo…
mcd…
cul-de-sac
10 plus 7…

now where we moving? tell me!
i was full of beliefs and hopes there, at the inception of path…
now where we at?
pick up my own echo, so guess y’all also hear me..
a heavy full-life drama is dweling near me..
i wasn’t ready at all…
that all this struggle — is stepping over heads ’till you fall..
and all these red soaps red ’cause in blood which is cold..
and all this rivarly never let you die of being old…
a nature of a regular human is terrifying —
i ain’t lying — if you smart enough how would you define?
a person getting some, but see him already crying:
“this wasn’t big enough for me — i want something more fine!”
oh my lord…
hope, my music in time be touching the right chord..
all our shattered to smithereens souls invalid..
feeling pain and, being hated, when doing business, we fail it..
what about me? an average fellow…
walking around town of mine and keeping it real…
i’m just listening to my “ipo-crita-playlist”, in ma beats, makaveli the don be the greatest…
what the main is? ha?
(i don’t know…)
see me? — looking for consumer who will play this…
keep on walking up the very crowded alley ain’t giving a f-ck, will they think that i’m acting, on them, really illy..
i ain’t need no motherf-cking soul protection
the complete discretion, full of p-ssion, ’cause own dimension…
world is full of psychos, who f-cked up, it’s for real..
but even adequate people ready to k!ll…
increasing amount of shootouts everywhere out of town..
they laying them down, innocent being gunned down
what the f-ck is going on in those heads?!
i guess, feds is already tired of catching these pals..
remember, what your mama says when sees yo consiousness’ distortion? — “i must have made a cruel abortion!”
that’s the same sh-t regarding these poor devils..
on all levels no love, they living in their low ravels..
we all so foolish still, we making a fatal miss
that we hitherto didn’t get that got to live in a total peace
so many great lives were given up for you just to seize..
..the idea not to multiply the eternal mis(ery)..
i suppose we got much more important bus(iness)
what have we come to?
fatherland ceased to be sanctuary…
if things going down like this we’ll be its enemies buried…
(we’ll be its enemies buried…)

- ipo crita lyrics

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