Listen by Tone Tuoro Lyrics
Honestly
Too many questions and too little answers
From the pampers to the coffin just a few get mastered
Knowledge, passed it and it blasted your mind
Blown away
Passengers passin by, thoughts go to stray
Prayin for a brighter day, nothing left to say
Workin and it gotta pay, today is survival if ya not made
God knows, but doesn't show, so lay low
Get paid mo, think fast and talk slow
Too many wanna reach the peak, brothers movin for the dip
The itchin on a dick attractin the bitch that make em slip
Do as you wish, but you gotta get a grip
Son,don't trip
And ya enemies will take over the ship
And steer away while you're stranded
Landed in a land, abandoned, no opportunity granted
Dirty like a bandit
Castaway,rotten to the bone, forgotten and alone
Pointin' a piece at ya own dome
Is it worth it, the minds workin
Thought racing like a circuit, guess i had to merc it
Got to the pit stop, finish not near
Ready for the rumble now i'm movin with no fear
Far from the end, just a checkpoint
Realised, opened my eyes, and wrecked the joint
Cos i'm programmed to maintain the plan
Suck it up and take it like a motherfuckin man
Now you understand our position
Minds imprisoned, freedom of speech, what is it?
People used to listen
Now they talk too much and work is abbreviated
Decadence is dominant, the prominence is deviated
But my mind stay creative , and fuck the system
Fighting it with full power
With my brothers and sisters
Listen, to the words on the track
Aiyoo "say what?!", bring the beat back..
Too many questions and too little answers
From the pampers to the coffin just a few get mastered
Knowledge, passed it and it blasted your mind
Blown away
Passengers passin by, thoughts go to stray
Prayin for a brighter day, nothing left to say
Workin and it gotta pay, today is survival if ya not made
God knows, but doesn't show, so lay low
Get paid mo, think fast and talk slow
Too many wanna reach the peak, brothers movin for the dip
The itchin on a dick attractin the bitch that make em slip
Do as you wish, but you gotta get a grip
Son,don't trip
And ya enemies will take over the ship
And steer away while you're stranded
Landed in a land, abandoned, no opportunity granted
Dirty like a bandit
Castaway,rotten to the bone, forgotten and alone
Pointin' a piece at ya own dome
Is it worth it, the minds workin
Thought racing like a circuit, guess i had to merc it
Got to the pit stop, finish not near
Ready for the rumble now i'm movin with no fear
Far from the end, just a checkpoint
Realised, opened my eyes, and wrecked the joint
Cos i'm programmed to maintain the plan
Suck it up and take it like a motherfuckin man
Now you understand our position
Minds imprisoned, freedom of speech, what is it?
People used to listen
Now they talk too much and work is abbreviated
Decadence is dominant, the prominence is deviated
But my mind stay creative , and fuck the system
Fighting it with full power
With my brothers and sisters
Listen, to the words on the track
Aiyoo "say what?!", bring the beat back..