Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Horrorshow
Вокал
Eliza Morrison
Скрипка
Hanna Oblikov
Виолончель
Rosy Davidson
Альт
Saraya Beric
Скрипка
String Selection
Струнные инструменты
Yvette Masters
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
A. Gauchan
Композитор
N Bryant-Smith
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Adit
Продюсер
Ben Worsey
Инженер струнных инструментов
Слова
[Verse 1]
Look up, the truth's falling from the sky
The cup is overflowing and the river's running dry
Command came down from up on high
Heard ringing out over the sound of battle cries
So I'm tryna break the cycle, while my signs are still vital
Repent for every second that I stood by idle
Gather my disciples and listen for awhile
As I ask each now to bear witness to my trial
Half in denial, that they don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white (Just kidding, right?)
As the art imitates life, imitates art
I sit back and watch it all intertwine
Guilty of the crime of killing time
Dirty hands on the clock, minutes ticking by
So I stand up in the dock and I give 'em my testimonial
The rap quotable
Master of the ceremonial
[Verse 2]
See I'd have this world believe that I'm a brave man
Someone worthy of your praise
But if I found my role to play within the game plan
Well I'd take that to my grave
See I'd have this world believe that I'm a brave man
Yeah, someone worthy of your praise
But if I found my role to play within the game plan
Yeah, well I'd take that to my grave
It's an unfair lottery
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Wading through the broken promises and lost property
Unfair lottery, self-fulfilling prophecy
Wading through the broken promises and lost property
[Verse 3]
So what's your lot in life?
While some are spending long nights on the street alone
Under the watchful eye
Of CCTV, seems you can either have a silver spoon or
Be a mouth to feed
I see the light dying out beyond the horizon's edge
Some are watching through the silhouette of a barbed wire fence
Counting the days and tryna make some sense
Of a world that never came to their defense
For nothing but the crime of running for their lives
Escaping war and unrest while we're numb inside
So we keep our lips sealed while they hunger strike
Like Mister Kelly once said, yo, such is life
So on the days when I catch myself slipping away
For a minute there
Stuck on self pity, tripping off what is or isn't fair
I remind myself to be prepared
Every ticket's got a buyer, beware
[Verse 4]
None of this can be undone
It's one part luck, one part fate
From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung
Truth is I ain't that brave
But a lot of heroes go unsung
None of this can be undone
It's one part luck, one part fate
From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung
Victims of circumstance deserving a chance
And only ever got one
[Verse 5]
See I'd have this world believe that I'm a brave man
Someone worthy of your praise
But if I found my role to play within the game plan
Well I'd take that to my grave
See I'd have this world believe that I'm a brave man
Someone worthy of your praise
But if I found my role to play within the game plan
Yeah, well I'd take that to my grave
It's an unfair lottery
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Wading through the broken promises and lost property
Written by: A. Gauchan, N Bryant-Smith


