streets, the nuns with the shot gun The graves rollin' by your side Survival of the fittest and there ain't no pity No one gets out alive In the concrete
The nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets out alive In the Concrete
Перевод: Black Label Society. Бетонные джунгли.
Перевод: Информационного общества. Бетонные джунгли.
Running blind to satisfy believing that we life forever and forget about the next suprise causing us into a stormy weather While taking everything granted
right out of their concrete ass. You'll be corrected. censored and asked to appear in a milder way. And in the end eventually if you're weak you'll fade in grey. Authority. Society
overstand well how somebody flee flee when me sit by di riverside feeling free when me chat about situation with me brother still me living inna concrete
want, fuck police Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets With the wind beneath my wings, ground under my feet I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete
, nine in a row, swear if you must keeping your boots on, float with the now, hot to the touch concrete underground, cast out everyday, the dregs of society
Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? The lunatic, the hypocrite are all lost in the fray Can't you see their lives are just like yours?
sound? (Runaway, runaway slave) Chapter two of every black man's diary Drugs and diseases, put in our society Kill another brother and it's bravery
up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellin' you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill
days I could strip to my soul And go for a dip in the old swimming hole A symbol of our great and affluent society Interstate 90 fulfillment of our goals
sell out, that means I?m copping to a lesser charge And whenever there?s a will, baby There?s a way Each one, teach one - I always say The murder rate is rising, society
They want your mind and your body But they don't understand and don't care much about it Gotta work for your country Society's built on concrete and money
, who`s to blame for erasing an entire society? The crushing shockwave, man`s plutonium implosion, wounding the surface like a dying prey. Black carbonised concrete
