收聽Ugly Heroes的Graves (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Graves (Explicit)

Ugly Heroes, Chris Orrick, Dan Weiss, Erik Stephens2013年5月21日

Graves (Explicit) 歌詞

Graves (Explicit) - Ugly Heroes/Chris Orrick/Dan Weiss/Erik Stephens

Now I was sitting in my car chain - smoking on my break

Windows open start to notice that I'm hopeless every day

Between the hard drinking

And the smoking start thinking

But the folks who gotta do this to they graves

You can't afford to walk up off the job

Cause you gotta get your money and your money is your god

So now at least seven days a week

You see me trading in my soul for somebody to keep

Whole parking lot smells like **

Co-workers selling coke out they SUVs

When you can't afford to live

Off the wages that they give

Can't afford to feed your kids

Time to do some other s**t

These situations got em faced with

Different combinations

Plus they lock 'em up in a safe s**t

We need to find a way out

Need that new escape route

We're digging up our graves now

So where you trying to go Gotta dig em up (dig em up)

You moving too slow better pick it up (pick it up)

They break us on down 'til we giving up

Put is in the motherf**king ground they don't give a f**k

And when it's us they ain't giving much (giving much)

And when it's them they don't get enough (get enough)

Look 'em in they face middle finger up

They trying to put us in our graves

Yea it's like clockwork

Hustle makes the world go round

Play your role and everybody on your block work

Problem is you low on the food chain

Cash rules everything around me including the Wu-Tang

Life takes your breath away

Earn a living for what

So you come up die and give the rest away

The system plays you leaves you in a mound of debt

And won't let up 'til you're pronounced dead

If I get laid off

May just have to let crime pay off

Or Bernie Madoff will try and burn you like Adolf

Money is the root of evil

It's got people shooting people

For food on the table such is human behavior

Before I die wanna live

Not work for the rich

Put clothes on his kid's back while mine pinch the pennies

No sir

I would rather starve than

Give him the shirt off my back like I'm Tarzan

So where you trying to go Gotta dig em up (dig em up)

You moving too slow better pick it up (pick it up)

They break us on down 'til we giving up

Put is in the motherf**king ground they don't give a f**k

And when it's us they ain't giving much (giving much)

And when it's them they don't get enough (get enough)

Look 'em in they face middle finger up

They trying to put us in our graves

So where you trying to go Gotta dig em up (dig em up)

Ofter too slow better pick it up (pick it up)

They break us on down 'til we giving up

The f**king ground they don't give a f**k

And when it's us

And when it's them

 

Look 'em in they face middle finger up