歌曲 | Share This |
歌手 | Soul Position |
专辑 | 8,000,000 Stories |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blueprint, RJD Two | |
Study this as you study your first born | |
My first song was pain personified in song | |
The longest sequence is looped for days long | |
Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are | |
Known to drop a lot quicker than a child's tears | |
And drown out the drama that | |
I didn't want to share | |
The load I wouldn't wish upon my enemies to bear | |
The times | |
I used to tell myself you didn't want to hear | |
Until the reason in my rhyme become clear | |
Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter | |
The story of my life epitomizes imperfection | |
As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction | |
And I stand center stage stunned by what's happening | |
Blinded by the lights, heroin's action | |
Although I never asked for this lead role | |
It seems that | |
God decided it a long time ago | |
I was chosen for this | |
Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd's cheers | |
I break bread over beats with like-minded peers | |
And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere | |
On the ninth cloud, | |
I-sanity(?) in style | |
Arms outstretched and | |
Hell in God's breath | |
I saw the stairway to heaven | |
And counted one-hundred and forty-four thousand steps | |
I wanted to climb but it wasn't my turn yet | |
So I returned to earth just before the sun set | |
And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share | |
Now I share this with you | |
I'll share this with you | |
With all of you | |
I'll share this with you | |
I'll share this with | |
Each and every | |
One of you | |
Now in my younger days that quickly passed | |
I fell asleep in history class | |
Not enchanted my past misery | |
I'd rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy | |
And tilted my flower-like childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded | |
Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users | |
My blood stream's still a little murky from flash-backs of murder scenes | |
Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears | |
Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear | |
But as bad as it appears, | |
I am happy that | |
I'm here To share this with you | |
To share this with you | |
To share this with | |
All of you | |
To share this with you | |
Share this with you | |
Share this with | |
Each and every one of you | |
Heh, and share | |
I will I'll share the nights where fist fights left somebody's body lying still | |
The ice grills, the cold of wire(?) night's chill | |
I'll even share the blood spill | |
The memory of all my loved ones killed | |
The unpaid bills | |
The pain of a terminally ill | |
My ill will towards my rivals | |
My approach towards hip-hop survival | |
The circumstance that made some suicidal | |
The same circumstance that made others homicidal | |
The signs of the vital | |
The ways of the trial | |
The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial | |
The short life cycles | |
The minds that lie idle | |
My people that got out of court on a missed trial | |
My hunger to become more grounded in the | |
Bible Is smiled on behalf of my last day's arrival |
zuo qu : Blueprint, RJD Two | |
Study this as you study your first born | |
My first song was pain personified in song | |
The longest sequence is looped for days long | |
Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are | |
Known to drop a lot quicker than a child' s tears | |
And drown out the drama that | |
I didn' t want to share | |
The load I wouldn' t wish upon my enemies to bear | |
The times | |
I used to tell myself you didn' t want to hear | |
Until the reason in my rhyme become clear | |
Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter | |
The story of my life epitomizes imperfection | |
As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction | |
And I stand center stage stunned by what' s happening | |
Blinded by the lights, heroin' s action | |
Although I never asked for this lead role | |
It seems that | |
God decided it a long time ago | |
I was chosen for this | |
Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd' s cheers | |
I break bread over beats with likeminded peers | |
And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere | |
On the ninth cloud, | |
Isanity? in style | |
Arms outstretched and | |
Hell in God' s breath | |
I saw the stairway to heaven | |
And counted onehundred and fortyfour thousand steps | |
I wanted to climb but it wasn' t my turn yet | |
So I returned to earth just before the sun set | |
And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share | |
Now I share this with you | |
I' ll share this with you | |
With all of you | |
I' ll share this with you | |
I' ll share this with | |
Each and every | |
One of you | |
Now in my younger days that quickly passed | |
I fell asleep in history class | |
Not enchanted my past misery | |
I' d rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy | |
And tilted my flowerlike childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded | |
Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users | |
My blood stream' s still a little murky from flashbacks of murder scenes | |
Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears | |
Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear | |
But as bad as it appears, | |
I am happy that | |
I' m here To share this with you | |
To share this with you | |
To share this with | |
All of you | |
To share this with you | |
Share this with you | |
Share this with | |
Each and every one of you | |
Heh, and share | |
I will I' ll share the nights where fist fights left somebody' s body lying still | |
The ice grills, the cold of wire? night' s chill | |
I' ll even share the blood spill | |
The memory of all my loved ones killed | |
The unpaid bills | |
The pain of a terminally ill | |
My ill will towards my rivals | |
My approach towards hiphop survival | |
The circumstance that made some suicidal | |
The same circumstance that made others homicidal | |
The signs of the vital | |
The ways of the trial | |
The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial | |
The short life cycles | |
The minds that lie idle | |
My people that got out of court on a missed trial | |
My hunger to become more grounded in the | |
Bible Is smiled on behalf of my last day' s arrival |
zuò qǔ : Blueprint, RJD Two | |
Study this as you study your first born | |
My first song was pain personified in song | |
The longest sequence is looped for days long | |
Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are | |
Known to drop a lot quicker than a child' s tears | |
And drown out the drama that | |
I didn' t want to share | |
The load I wouldn' t wish upon my enemies to bear | |
The times | |
I used to tell myself you didn' t want to hear | |
Until the reason in my rhyme become clear | |
Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter | |
The story of my life epitomizes imperfection | |
As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction | |
And I stand center stage stunned by what' s happening | |
Blinded by the lights, heroin' s action | |
Although I never asked for this lead role | |
It seems that | |
God decided it a long time ago | |
I was chosen for this | |
Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd' s cheers | |
I break bread over beats with likeminded peers | |
And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere | |
On the ninth cloud, | |
Isanity? in style | |
Arms outstretched and | |
Hell in God' s breath | |
I saw the stairway to heaven | |
And counted onehundred and fortyfour thousand steps | |
I wanted to climb but it wasn' t my turn yet | |
So I returned to earth just before the sun set | |
And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share | |
Now I share this with you | |
I' ll share this with you | |
With all of you | |
I' ll share this with you | |
I' ll share this with | |
Each and every | |
One of you | |
Now in my younger days that quickly passed | |
I fell asleep in history class | |
Not enchanted my past misery | |
I' d rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy | |
And tilted my flowerlike childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded | |
Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users | |
My blood stream' s still a little murky from flashbacks of murder scenes | |
Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears | |
Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear | |
But as bad as it appears, | |
I am happy that | |
I' m here To share this with you | |
To share this with you | |
To share this with | |
All of you | |
To share this with you | |
Share this with you | |
Share this with | |
Each and every one of you | |
Heh, and share | |
I will I' ll share the nights where fist fights left somebody' s body lying still | |
The ice grills, the cold of wire? night' s chill | |
I' ll even share the blood spill | |
The memory of all my loved ones killed | |
The unpaid bills | |
The pain of a terminally ill | |
My ill will towards my rivals | |
My approach towards hiphop survival | |
The circumstance that made some suicidal | |
The same circumstance that made others homicidal | |
The signs of the vital | |
The ways of the trial | |
The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial | |
The short life cycles | |
The minds that lie idle | |
My people that got out of court on a missed trial | |
My hunger to become more grounded in the | |
Bible Is smiled on behalf of my last day' s arrival |