Poetry Lyrics – Hood Poet
Singer: Hood Poet
Title: Poetry
Я помню дни, как мы росли на худе
Денег нет, значит, все мечты мертвы, по сути
МДМА, камни, кейн и пакеты хэша
Маме надо заплатить за флэт, но нету кэша
Больше денег, больше криминала
Так погиб мой хоуми Кейдж в тюрьме, от федералов
Сейчас мой блок затих, как призрак, где никто не мутит
Ангелы летают, но не видят, как страдают люди
На блоке спрячут быстро гэп под крышку Йокогама
И четыре грамма, прямо под стельку кедов Феррагамо
От рая нет ключей, да и зачем нам воины?
Я повзрослел и мама может спать спокойно
Быть богатым лишь деньгами — значит быть бедным
Значит быть бедным
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Poetry – English Translation
I remember the days we grew up at worst
There is no money, it means that all dreams are dead, in fact
MDMA, Stones, Kane and Hash packages
Mom needs to pay for the Flat, but there is no cache
More money, more crime
So my Hawomi Cage died in prison, from federals
Now my block was silent, like a ghost, where no one is mating
Angels fly, but do not see how people suffer
On the block will quickly hide the gap under the yokogam lid
And four grams, right under the insole of Ferragamo sneakers
There are no keys from paradise, and why do we need warriors?
I have matured and mom can sleep peacefully
Being rich only money means to be poor
Means to be poor
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Lyrics Hood Poet – Poetry
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