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Keep It Raw
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Reggae
Keep It Raw fue lanzado el 3 de julio de 2024 por Mark Balet como parte del álbum Untitled
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ÁlbumUntitled
Fecha de lanzamiento3 de julio de 2024
Sello discográficoMark Balet
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM150

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Artistas intérpretes
Mark Balet
Mark Balet
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Mark Balet
Mark Balet
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Letra

The sun rises the sun goes down, one generation goes again
Striving after wind
They say youngster you're too radical, military mind
You're not flexible enough, pour some water in your wine
Met the carnal and the spiritual read between the lines
I'm just a solitary soldier with a peace of mind
They don't know what loyalty means, no
Your talk cheap, disrespect is what you reap
This era hard on the realest
I keep it one hundred yes I keep it raw
No I see no friends around me when it's cold outside
Hundred yes I keep it raw, striving after wind one generation goes again
Can no longer live life to please them, no
Can no longer pretend to reach them
Fake smile, fake tears, fake friends
Fake lifestyle, vain glory fake world
Is grass greener on your side 365 days
I see them scheming, deception, never what it seems
Devils disguised as an angel of light
Prophets of delusion your mouth is an opened grave
No blurred line confusion, I go against the grain
I keep it one hundred yes I keep it raw
No I see no friends around me when it's cold outside
Hundred yes I keep it raw, striving after wind one generation goes again
Can no longer live life to please them, no
Can no longer pretend to reach them
You claim peace love and unity you don't believe in
Every man got a price in the land of the living
I don't run this race, I don't buy into the fables
Tolerate no disgrace, I'm not desperate for fame
Tell me the time, I give you the rate, my money never stays foreign
Keep the mark of the beast, I make music for my peeps
They say wrong is right, right is wrong
I keep it one hundred yes I keep it raw
No I see no friends around me when it's cold outside
Hundred yes I keep it raw, striving after wind one generation goes again
Can no longer live life to please them, no
Can no longer pretend to reach them
Written by: Mark Balet
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